So Roy, how was Moscow?

пять русских девушек

Is a question I’ve been asked many times since returning to London, and me being my usual chatty self, I’d respond “yeah, it was good” whilst struggling to contain my shit eating grin. Here’s a more detailed response…

I’ve been back in Londonistan for a while now and I must say, it’s pretty depressing. Usually, upon returning from a Eurojaunt, there’s an adjustment period. A time to recalibrate your eyes and ears to the madness of the ugly crowds. However, this year it’s different. The crowds aren’t as crowdy, the girls are hiding behind masks and there are less of them, but there seems to be MORE daygamers on the streets. What’s more likely is that there is the same amount of daygamers, just less sets to share and hence there seems to be more. I went for a walk the other day. I’d been out for almost two hours and hadn’t done a single set. Then as I was crossing the road at the intersection of Oxford and Regent street, I saw a genuine little hottie, crossing the road at 90 degrees to me. I thought to myself “I’m going to do that, I’ll just let her cross the road first”. Then a brown daygamer opened her ON THE ROAD, she waved him away, into the oncoming traffic. Good job. Once she successfully crossed the road, another brown daygamer, bearded this time, opened her from behind, she ran away from him. Then as she got away from him, ANOTHER one jumped in front of her, this time she shouted “WHAT IS THIS?!” as she swerved him and ran down the street in tears. I didn’t open, I got a Nandos and went home. On seven of my eight walks since returning, I have returned home without opening.

So now as I reflect on Moscow, in comparison to London, it really does seem like it was 28 days spent in “pussy paradise”. I went there with low expectations, it was mid-September, the weather could have been terrible, the Chinese plague might have scared all the girls off, my logistics could have been shit. I’d agreed to share a very cheap apartment with Nick in Mayakovskaya, about 20 minutes walking distance from the main daygame strip. None of my apprehensions were warranted. The weather was great for the first two weeks, the Chinese plague didn’t scare the girls off and my logistics were just fine. But then in my last two weeks the streets were significantly less setty and the thermometer was plummeting to single digits.  At the beginning of the trip I was spamming, averaging around 3 or 4 sets a day. Then in the last two weeks I did a total of 9 sets. This was largely down to there just not being that many birds about. But I wasn’t that bothered, I had plenty of action on the phone and was on dates most nights. Let’s look at the full set of statistics, and then compare it to last year.

Moscow 2020

SetsNumberFB/InstaFlakeDate FlakeidateD1D2D3D4Near MissSDLLaysApproach to lay count.. 1 in…Approach to number/FB/Insta close… 1 in …

50 sets. I got a number off every third girl I spoke to, dated a third of those and banged just over half of those. I was quite chuffed with that. I also banged two girls from bar game. One on the first night out, a cute little ball of energy and another on my last weekend there. I honestly have no recollection of even opening this girl, I just recall banging her the next morning and calling her by the name of the previous girl I had banged. I genuinely thought it was her. Bottom world.

My third daygame lay was my favourite, she’s probably not wife material, but I actually quite liked her. She was hot, funny, smart and was very happy to help me with my shit Russian. I’m still in touch with her and will see her again if when I go back next year. The Ukrainian “model” really took a shine to me and has been in touch several times begging me to come back to Moscow, I probably won’t see her again as she was bat shit crazy, did I mention she had swastika tattoo? Yeah, just a little bit racist, she was. The first daygame lay was a nice girl, but she was too old, and never actually told me her real age. I had to ghost her. Girls do it to us all the time, so my conscience is clear.

So you may read the statistics above and think 1 in 16.67 is pretty good, and you’d be right. But it was nothing compared to my time in Moscow last year…

Moscow 2019

SetsNumberFB/InstaFlakeDate FlakeidateD1D2D3D4Near MissSDLLaysApproach to lay count.. 1 in…Approach to number/FB/Insta close… 1 in …

I only went for two weeks, but it was Summer, there was no Chinese plague, and this made a huge difference. I did 46 sets, closed more than half of them, dated a half of the closes, and banged a third of the dates, an open to lay ratio of 1 in 11.5.

Lately I have been putting a lot of thought into moving to Moscow, my most realistic option will be to get a business visa and work remotely from there, and that’s my plan for next year. If any of my readership knows of a better way to live in Russia with a UK or Irish passport, I am all ears.

What next?

I will most likely move out of London at the end of the year. I’ve had enough of the place, 4 years has been a good innings. The one good thing to come of the China plague, is the ability to work remotely. I can go anywhere that is close enough to the same time zone as the UK and work from there. My current rough plan is to go back to Cape Town from January until March, not for game, just to enjoy the Summer with friends and get a tan and hopefully not get murdered by one of the locals. I’ll return to the UK in Spring, see what the craic is with work, before setting off somewhere else. 2021 will now be my last year of game. It was supposed to be this year, but again, I have China to thank for extending my shenanigans. 10 lays to go boys.

Lay Report: A white knight fails to save the day

Not far off actually.

My time in Moscow has reached it’s conclusion, I’ve only done a handful of sets in the last week [1] and have no active leads left and I leave in the morning. But after 4 weeks of burning the candle at both ends, I’m ready to leave. My liver has taken an absolute pounding, and although I’ve had a great time, if I carried on like this, I know I’d end up with full on diabetes. I’m looking forward to getting back to London to dry out and lose the puppy fat that I’ve piled on from the millions of beers drunk. Below is a story about my 90th daygame lay, only 10 to go boys…

Saturday 3 October 2020

Last Saturday at around 6pm I was walking up Kamergirsky on my lonesome as both Nick and Seven were on dates, it was a first for me, usually I was the one that went on the dates. I did, however, have a date locked in for 8pm with an Azseri Instagram whore [2]. I hadn’t done a single set that day and I was contemplating just going home and chilling out before my date. Then a silhouette of a short, slim, girl walked towards me. I locked her in my sights as she got closer and she was very cute indeed. Long brunette hair, a young face, perhaps even too young. Vicky wore an open puffy jacket over a low-cut top displaying a fantastic cleavage, and tight denim jeans and trainers.

I held my gaze as she approached, and at the last second, she darted her eyes in my direction. “GOTCHA! That’s and IOI” I said to myself. I let her pass me by so that I could see what she looked like from behind, she had a fantastic hip-to-waist ratio and I admired how it was swaying from side to side. In I went.

Vicky confirmed the IOI with a huge beaming smile as soon as I stood in front of her. The hook was instant. I found out she was from some place outside of Moscow, was 24 and was working in Moscow. She was just out “walking”, so I suggested we grab a coffee and walk together. She agreed.

Vicky’s English wasn’t great, but it was better than my Russian and I told her so. I told her “I’ll come back next year, and we will test each other, whoever can speak the others language better gets a prize”. “Deal!” said an excited Vicky. She was a very happy-go-lucky, bubbly girl.

We started walking again, as we walked, I suggested we go for a beer at the Irish pub. She said “oh, yes, I was hoping you would say that, I fancied some drinks this evening but I have no company” RING, RING, RING went the SDL alarm bells in my head.

We got to the pub and sat at the bar in the same seats I had sat with 4 different girls in the previous few days. The bar man immediately asked her for ID, she did look very young to be fair. After a few minutes I excused myself to go to the toilet, it was now 7pm, I pinged insta whore and told her that I had to cancel. I was going for the SDL.

When I re-joined Vicky, she started quizzing me on how many girls I had brought to this bar. I dodged the question… “I don’t recall, I normally come here with my mates”.

There was a local game of football on the telly above our heads and the Russian commentary was blaring in our ears which made it difficult to hear each other, so after 1 drink I suggested we go to another place. Vicky agreed.

When we left the bar, she packed up laughing “Oh my that bar man was so strange”

Почему?” Said me in my best Russian (why).

“When you were in the bathroom he told me that I should be very careful with you, he also told me that he’s seen you there with 4 different girls in the last few days, you are not a good guy” Said Vicky.

“WHAT?!” I was turning back to go to the bar to confront him [3] and she pulled me back by the hand.

“No, Roy, just leave it, he’s only trying to protect me.”

“And what do you think, do you need to be protected from me?”

“No, I know what I’m doing” said Vicky.

I didn’t confirm or deny the allegations, Vicky knew what she was getting herself into, we didn’t mention the incident for the rest of the evening. I took her to another Irish bar that was on the route back to the flat. We got a little booth and sat beside each other. I went a bit deeper on the comfort, finding out about her family (yes there were daddy issues), love life and her hopes and dreams. All the usual fluff. She rebuffed my first kiss attempt, but at the second she kissed me very hard.

After this we started speaking about sex, she told me her favourite position and that she needs to feel a deep connection before sex. I wondered whether I had gotten deep enough yet. A couple of drinks later I suggested we go for a walk, it was around 10pm now. I walked her straight to my flat and she refused to come in, we went for another drink at a bar close to mine, I attempted to bounce her back again, and was again rebuffed. We went for a coffee in shop right beside the flat, I went for the bounce a third time and again was rebuffed. I threw the towel in at around 1.30am, almost 8 hours after I opened her.

Sunday 4 October 2020

We texted quite a bit the following day and I invited her to join me at the pub I was planning to watch the United game in, it would finish at 8.30pm, so I invited her to join me at 8pm. I watched United get thumped 6-1 by Spurs with Nick and Seven, Vicky didn’t turn up until around 9:30pm. She was very touchy feely when she arrived. Seven text me afterwards “Man! She really likes you”. I have still to figure out the reason for this, cos I’m an ‘orrible bastard, and she knew it.

Seven left us alone shortly afterwards and Vicky and I just chatted for an hour, I didn’t attempt to escalate or to get her back to the flat. I said my goodbyes to her at around 11pm. The texting increased significantly after this date, she told me later that evening that I was much nicer this time around and that she liked me more this way. “Perhaps PULL, PULL, PULL is not always the best strategy”, I told myself.

Wednesday 7 October 2020

I had a date on Monday and a Russian class on Tuesday evening, the earliest I could get Vicky out again would be Wednesday. We text throughout the day, my plan was to take her to a cocktail bar near my flat and then bounce straight home. As you can see, Vicky was getting quite sexual over text and was trying to escalate it further. I was careful not to warm her up too much, I’ve been burned for getting too sexual before I’ve banged the girl in the past. This one was in the bag, I just had to get her in front of me.

Vicky eventually turned up to the cocktail bar at around 10pm. She looked stunning in black high heels and a tight black dress, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were literally falling out of the dress. We sat beside each other on a couch and had a cocktail, Vicky barely touched hers.

“Where will you take me, honey” asked Vicky.

“I live just across the road, let’s go back there”

“Oh no, but your friend is still home, right?”

“Probably, I haven’t asked him, but don’t worry, it’s a huge apartment, you won’t even see him” I reasoned.

“Can’t we go somewhere else?” Asked Vicky whilst giving me puppy dog eyes.

“Ooooh K, let’s get a hotel”

I looked on google maps, the closest hotel was the Marriot, a 5-star hotel. Surprisingly, it was only £100 for a big room with breakfast included. I booked it on my phone, and we walked the 5 minutes down the road.

Upon check-in there was no LMR, Vicky was gagging for it. We banged all night and morning; she was amazing at blowjobs and really enjoyed a good deep throat. We had breakfast together the next morning at 9am, I must have got around 2 hours sleep. She jumped in a cab home and I walked across the road to my flat to begin the day’s work, I was not very productive that day.

I’ve seen Vicky a couple of times since the night at the Marriot. I like her, and she’s a candidate for the wife list. She’s hot (not a stunner, but a solid to high 7), 24, smart, funny and can hold her own in a conversation. However, she can be princessy if she doesn’t get her own way, I’ve fallen out with her a couple of times already. I think she is subconsciously shit-testing me, Russian girls can be like this, to see what they can get away with. I’ll keep in touch with her and will probably even see her again next year.

[1] I will do a full review on my time in Moscow, compared to last year.

[2] I went on two dates with her, spending quite a bit of dough in the process. I tried to bounce her to mine at the end of both. At the end of the second date she agreed to come straight to mine the next night for “wine”. I had to cancel the next night, then she blocked me.

[3] I confronted him a few days later, he admitted to it, but doesn’t apologise. “Thanks for looking after my girl, mate” I said in a sarcastic tone. “you’re welcome” said a sheepish bar man.

Lay Report: A Racist Model

I couldn’t find a picture of a crazy enough looking girl.

There’s quite a bit to get through since my last lay report. I intended to write a post reviewing Warsaw, and another on my brief time back in London. But I never got around to that. In brief, Warsaw was great, (I finished up with an open to lay ratio of 1 in 24 the full stats are here [1]), I banged a few birds, met a few sound lads, a girl I really liked and didn’t bang (I turned down the opportunity on my last night) and generally had a blast. The return to London was bleak, I did 12 sets in just under two weeks and nearly banged a hot Turkish girl the night before I left, hopefully I’ll see her when I get back. The daygame in London was terrible in contrast to Warsaw and now especially compared to Moscow.

I’ve been here just under two weeks now and it’s going pretty well. On Saturday night I got my third notch of the trip. The first was a cute little mousey girl I pulled from a bar on my first night out. The second was a girl in her late twenties on the second date [2], and the third is the main subject of this post. In stark contrast to the previous girl, there is plenty to write about this one…

It was a warm Friday afternoon and I was patrolling Kamergirsky with Nick and a stinking hangover from the previous night’s exertions. I’d almost SDL’d a cute little brunette only for it to all fizzle out when I got her back to a flat with no bounce back booze – schoolboy error. Hopefully, I will finish that story another day. My intent was incredibly low all day. This girl ended up being my only set of the day consequently. She was wearing high heels, a grey mini-skirt, and a green leather jacket. She had long dirty blonde hair with a big fringe. I’d actually saw her earlier in the day and weaselled it when she walked into a shop. Then as we were walking down the hill Nick pointed her out “there’s that slapper again”. She did look a bit slapperish, but I will not turn down any slappers between now and the big 100.

I shuffled along with all the enthusiasm I could muster, got in front and she stopped dead in her tracks. I got through all the usual pre-amble and found out that Lucy was Ukrainian, was a “model”, and had been living in Moscow for a few years. She was about the same height as me, had big fake lips, crazy eyes with red dots in the middle of them and a very strange demeanour. Lucy told me she had just returned from a shoot in Thailand…

“Oh, so where is your suntan?” I enquired.

“I don’t like tan, I don’t like brown skin, I’m a little bit racist” Said Lucy.

“I admire your honesty… so are you wearing contacts? You have red eyes” Said me.

“No, it’s my sickness” Said Lucy.

“oh, uhm, ok” I didn’t press the matter.

I tried to idate her, but Lucy told me she was going for some food with a friend, so I told her I’d take her for a drink when she was finished. She seemed keen, but only gave me her Instagram. She only had 16 followers and followed 1 person. I enquired why and she told me that she had to set up a new account as the last one got too much for her. Again, I didn’t press the matter.

I pinged her later that evening and she didn’t respond til around 2am when I was already on my way home. We set up a date for 7pm the next day. Saturday.

I pinged her during the day and she didn’t respond and hadn’t been online all day. Fuck. I went to the meeting point just in case (it was right outside my apartment), but she didn’t show. At 7.30 she messaged saying she was feeling lazy and that it was far to come. What a bitch! I said “thanks for letting me know” and went out to daygame thinking that it was dead.

Then when I was ordering a coffee, she video called me. I answered. Lucy started quizzing me more on why I had come to Moscow and told me that I was very brave to approach her like that. Russian men didn’t do that. It was back on. Lucy told me she wanted to come, but she didn’t want to get the metro, I told her to get a cab. She then implied that I should get her a cab. I asked where she lived so that I could check how much it would cost (so low value!!). Then she told me she would get her own cab, she just wanted to see how I would respond. Strange girl.

Hours later I hadn’t heard from her, so I joined Nick for a pint and basically gave up on the date, Lucy didn’t arrive in the centre until almost 10pm and went straight to an expensive restaurant and asked me to come meet her there. I sent her the location of the bar I was in with the following caption “Lucy, you have messed me around all evening, if you want to see me, come here”. Eventually (after getting lost a few times) she found me at around 10.30pm.

I introduced her to Nick before taking her inside, we sat on stools at the bar and Lucy wasted no time in getting down to the nitty gritty.

“I’m sorry I’m so late, I live very far, and the traffic was very bad and I get lost very easily”

“Well that’s quite obvious”

“Ok, about me. I’m 19, I’m a Victoria’s secret model [3], I’ve had 10 plastic surgeries, I don’t like brown people, I love taking drugs and I love to travel”

“There’s quite a lot to unpack there” Said me.

Lucy was a very strange girl indeed. I asked her to show me some of her modelling pictures, but she didn’t have any as she just got a new phone. To say I was suspicious would be an understatement.

“OK, so what operations have you had done?”

“My lips, my boobs, my nose, my cheekbones, my hair and I’ve had lipo-suction several times”

“All this by the ripe old age of 19?!”

“Yes, I’ve been modelling since I was 13, this is my job, so I want to look the best”

“But why lipo-suction? what’s wrong with diet and exercise?”

“It’s too slow!!”

“OK, and why do you dislike brown people so much?”

“They’re stupid and ugly, I hate them!”

“Ooooo K”

I told Lucy about my time in Africa and how I was particularly good friends with a lot of intelligent and attractive “brown people”. She told me that I was crazy. YES. ME. THE CRAZY ONE.

We finished the drink and I told Lucy that we should go to another place. She agreed. We walked down the stairs and Nick was still there and had been joined by Seven. I introduced Lucy to Seven and she just stared at him not saying anything. I said my goodbyes to the boys and walked her to the metro, Lucy complained “I can’t believe you’re taking me on the metro! I’ve never been on the metro”

“Wait haven’t you lived here for years?”

“Yes, but the metro is for peasants!”

“Well, I am a peasant”

“I don’t like your Asian friend, he’s brown and has no eyes” announced Lucy.

“He’s actually French”


Smoke started to come out of Lucy’s ears as her brain strained to comprehend what I had just said.

“Yes, and he’s one of the smartest people I know, and the ladies quite like him”

“That’s crazy!!”

I took Lucy to a couple of cocktail bars near my apartment before taking her home and banging her. There was no LMR, it was easy.

I took her for breakfast the next morning and she gave me some advice.

“Roy, please be careful in the future and watch out for brown people, they are evil”

“Thanks for the advice, you do recall that I’m old enough to be your dad, right?”

“haha yes, but just be careful, you are a nice guy and I feel like I am missing you already”.

Lucy would fly out to Greece the next day for a “shoot” and wouldn’t return to Moscow until after I will have left. I still don’t believe she’s a Victorias secret model, what’s more likely is that she is some sort of cam girl or lifestyle whore.


SetsNumberFB/InstaFlakeDate FlakeidateD1D2D3D4Near MissSDLLaysApproach to lay count.. 1 in…

[2] I may write a proper post on her, but not much happened of note. She is now really clingy over text and I’ve had to ghost her.

[3] I have checked online and can’t find her anywhere

Lay Report: Another Polish Girl

That’ll do

They’re like buses, Polish girls. None for ages, then two come along in quick succession…

It was a Tuesday evening; I’d just finished work and I was walking from Nowy Swiat up Chmielna to meet a bed bugs ridden Nick Krauser. I’d barely been doing any sets, 1 or 2 a day max for the previous week. There just wasn’t much about. But as I approached the zebra crossing halfway up Chmielna, I spotted a little minx with dirty blond hair, librarian glasses and a blue figure-hugging dress.

There was no IOI, I don’t get many in this town. I let her pass me by to check out her back side, the hip to waist ratio was to my liking so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I got in front and she exploded with nervous energy upon delivery of my opener.

“This look you’ve got going on, the dress really suits you, but converse, really?” Said me.

“hahaha, it’s my favourite dress and I love my converse” Explained Paula.

She couldn’t stand still, she was all over the place, I couldn’t tell if she was trying to get away or just overcome with nerves.

“Are you in a hurry to leave or something? You can’t stand still!” – Say what you see TM

“No, I was just on my way to get some bubble tea, I loooooooove bubble tea” said Paula.

She looked young, and I was concerned that she might be underage – the typical clientele I normally see entering bubble tea establishments are schoolies and Asians.

“So, what do you do here in Warsaw?” I asked to calm her down.

“I’m working”

“Oh, you’re not a student?”

“No, I work full time, what about you, what are you doing here?”

I told her my story and that I was heading off to meet a friend, but that we should get a drink later. I went for the number, but she only offered her Instagram. Off I went thinking that it was probably another flake, I’d had many sets like this up to this point.

I pinged her that evening and was surprised when she responded very quickly. I had a live lead.

The next day I invited her out and she said that she was working late, but offered to meet me on Thursday instead, she would finish work at 9pm and then she would have 2 weeks’ vacation so she would have lots of free time. She text during the day on Thursday asking if we could meet at 11pm. On a normal jaunt I wouldn’t bat an eye lid at this suggestion, if a girl wants to meet late at night, it usually means sex. But I had work in the morning. Of course, I decided that my career was way less important than banging YHT, so I agreed.

Paula turned up in a white baggy t-shirt, white dungarees, and her converse…

“Where’s the dress?!” Said an unimpressed me.

Paula tried to grab the frame right away, “It’s dirty, let’s go for a walk to the river”

“Nah, it’s too far, let’s go for a little walk, then I’ll take you for a drink” I reasoned.

We walked to the end of Nowy Swiat and back, and then I dragged her to a table at Cava as we passed it… “come on, this place is nice”.

I found out that Paula was 21, I told her I was 32 [1]. I was the oldest guy she’d ever been on a date with. We spoke about astrology, family, hobbies, all the usual comfort fluff. Paula had a habit of disagreeing with almost everything I said, despite her having no idea what she was talking about.

“When I lived in South Africa, I used to kite surf in the ocean which was infested with great white sharks – I couldn’t even swim” Said me, which was a true story I often tell girls to display how stupid brave I am.

“Yeah, but sharks don’t eat people, so you weren’t in any danger” said Paula.

“Oh, you’ve BEEN there, have you?”

“No, I read about it somewhere”

“WELL, I was called off the water several times by lifeguards after someone had been bitten. Sharks will eat anything if they’re hungry” Said me – this is also true.

I had to put her in her place several times like this before she started behaving. After this I took her to a whiskey bar, and we sat beside each other on a couch upstairs.

We played the questions game; I’ve started reintroducing this lately as I’ve been over-confident and winging it far too much on dates. I found out that Paula had 6 previous sexual partners, she never had a relationship longer than 3 months, she didn’t have a lot of friends, she hadn’t seen her dad since she was 6 years old. Everything she told me screamed “I WILL FUCK YOU, JUST DON’T FUCK IT UP”.

It was pushing 2am now and I had to be up for work in the morning. However, one of the best things about working remotely in a time zone that is an hour ahead of the UK, is that you get an extra hour in bed. I only really had to switch my laptop on at 10am, and then make myself look presentable for my first video conference at 11am.

I settled the bill and walked Paula in the direction of my apartment – she wouldn’t come in.

“Let’s go to the river” said Paula.

“No, it’s late and I have work in the morning. I’ll take you to the river next time. Just come in for a little while”

She stood there saying nothing, so I took her hand and led the way. She knew what was about to happen. Paula took her shoes off upon entry to the flat without being asked, I thought “YES, this is going to be easy”. It wasn’t. An hour went by where she refused any escalation further than kissing.

At around 3am, I gave up and told her I was going to bed and that she was welcome to stay over. I stripped down to my underwear and to my surprise she did the same. She was hiding a cracking little figure underneath the dungarees. She sported a surprisingly large pair boobs for a slim girl, a tiny waist and a there was plenty of meat on her bum cheeks. Within moments I was fingering her, and she was wanking me off. All pre-tense had been dropped.

I slapped a condom on and proceeded to bang her for two hours straight. The combination of the Cialis [2] that I had popped just before the date and her cracking little body kept me going. Paula came three times, including when she squirted all over the kitchen floor when I was banging her over the counter. She was a horny little minx. I didn’t cum and Paula was not impressed by this, so she insisted on trying to make it happen for another couple of hours. It did not. I collapsed in a heap at around 7am and awoke at 9am for the day’s work. It wasn’t my most productive day at “the office”.

Paula is a genuinely nice, hot young girl who is 15 years my junior. I’ve since met her again and I did indeed take her to the river. I’m even planning a little trip up to the coast with her this coming weekend. But that will probably be the last time I see her, I don’t see anything long term in it, this was a lay of lust, like almost all the rest of the girls I’ve banged down the years.

[1] I told her my real age when I met her again a few days later. She started crying and couldn’t believe I’d been so dishonest with her.

[2] This is both a blessing and a curse, as she now expects these performance levels every time, and I quite frankly am very lazy when it comes to banging a vagina more than once.

Lay Report: SDL in Poland

She was actually very similar to this, just a bit shorter.

I have been in Warsaw for a month now [1] taking advantage of the ability to work remotely. While it ain’t exactly pussy paradise, it is a lot better than London was a month ago [2]. The streets are bustling, the girls are pretty, the weather is nice, and the food and beer are cheap.

Over the past month I have done 60 sets, closing 25 of them, dating 8 and banging 1 (2 including this one). All the rest either flaked straight away or on the date request. One pattern that I noticed, was that I was not having ANY luck with the Polish women. They’d reply most of the time but getting them out was harder than my penis after a few days on Cialis [3]. It was becoming evident that the only way I was going to bang one of em’ was to negate the texting part, so that’s what I did…

It was around 4pm on another sunny Sunday afternoon, and I was sitting having another alcoholic beverage, beer this time, on Nowy Swiat with Nick and some of the resident gamers. I’d done one set so far that day and I wasn’t feeling very motivated to approach, I was happy with my lot, life was good. Most of the guys had got up to leave and just Mr M and I remained. He was telling me that he was going home soon, so with this in mind I was getting mentally prepared to hit the streets.

I spotted a short bronze looking girl with long brown hair down past her bum, a tight black boob tube and denim short shorts walking extremely fast on the other side of the road, she looked like a little Tasmanian devil…

“Look at that wee slapper racing down the street” said me.

“She looks nice, go for it mate, I’m gonna head off now anyway” said Mr M.

I needed no further encouragement, up I got and made chase.

I got in front of her directly outside the Ukrainian wine bar (the same place where the Belarusian opened me in the previous report). I can’t quite remember what I said, it was probably something about her not looking typically Polish with her ridiculously tanned skin and the hair down past her bum. I could see that she was getting nervous as quite a few heads that were drinking in the wine bar turned in our direction. I asked her where she was running to, just towards the Old town, said her. It turned out that she wasn’t in a hurry, she was just a really, really fast walker. I walked with her, shock, horror! Not because I’m a chode, but because I could see the spotlight effect was spoiling the set for her.

As we walked and talked, I found out that she was on the last few days of her Summer vacation and was looking to have some “fun”. DING, DING-A-LING went the SDL bells in my head.

Marina had a great vibe about her, she was an infectious little ball of energy. She was about 5’4” and was into her sports. She had a thicker frame than I’d usually go for, but there wasn’t much fat on her, she was short and toned, but there was something very sexy about her. I decided quite early on that I definitely wanted to bang her.

We walked to the Old town and I told her “It would be sacrilege to meet an Irish man and not go to an Irish bar with him.” She agreed, so we went upstairs to the Irish bar and drank some Guinness.

After this I walked us back in the direction of the Ukrainian bar, which also happened to be a lot closer to my flat. We stood outside with our drinks and I realised out of the corner of my eye, that the Belarusian was at the table behind us with another guy and was looking directly in our direction. “What a little whore!” thought me, before realising that she was probably having similar thoughts about me. I was sure that she was going to confront me and ruin the set, she was a loose cannon. But she didn’t. I saw her walking off arm in arm with the guy a few minutes later. Phew!

Not much else exciting happened after this, I took Marina to a whiskey bar to escalate on a couch and she was kissing me quickly. Soon after this I bounced her to the flat and after lots of indecisiveness on her part, I finally banged her at around 3am.

I walked her to the train station the next morning so that I could get back and start working. I didn’t expect to hear from her again, but a few hours later I got some very distressed messages from her, she was certain that she was pregnant. I reminded her that I used THREE condoms and never put my bare little penis in her vagina once. But she still wasn’t convinced. Long story short, I had to send her some money so that she could go and get the morning after pill. What a palaver, and with that she ruined any slim chance of me contacting her again.

[1] Except for 3 days when I had to go back to London for work.

[2] Although I have heard reports that it’s getting better. I mean, even me old mate Xants got laid from a recent daygame set!

[3] I have actually started taking Cialis, and I have been walking around with boners ALL day.

Lay Report: A Crazy Belarusian

Imagine this, and then imagine nothing like this.

I recently tweeted about my first lay in what felt like a million years and it got a bit of attention from the Twitteratzi. Apparently one lay from 35 sets is awful, in fact I shouldn’t even be cold approaching, that’s for losers. Well what I did not mention in that tweet is that this girl OPENED ME and all I had to do was hang in there…

Last weekend I was out with Mr R. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and I didn’t have a care in the world despite being in Warsaw for over a week and not having a sniff of anything. We were stood outside a bar on Nowy Swiat at around 6pm having a well-deserved glass of wine after a long day of walking around barely doing any sets. I was feeling rough as a badger’s backside having partied until 6am with a resident crazy Irishman and a quagmire of Polish stragglers that we picked up along the way. But as soon as the sweet alcoholic tannins caressed my oesophagus, my vibe began to improve. I can’t quite remember what we were discussing, but it was something along the lines of;

“Aaaah, that’s better” said me as I gulped down the first delicious sip of wine, already thinking about buying another round.

“I’m telling you, life is actually really hard here” said Mr R.

Then out of nowhere a short little dirty blonde-haired girl appeared and asked if she could use my lighter, before proceeding to pick it up and light her cigarette WITHOUT waiting for my permission. “What a cheeky little so and so”, thought me.

I sized her up – she was slim, but well proportioned, she wore a green silk dress and was covered in tattoos. She had quite a few piercings and annoyingly had one of those septum things on her snout. I examined her face, it was young, she looked about 18 (she turned out to be 23), not the prettiest, but there was something about her. I looked her dead in the eyes, I’d seen those eyes before. Unfocused, darting about all over the place without displaying any real emotion. That was it, this girl was BAT SHIT CRAZY. Time to fire up the old engines…

“How dare you, young lady! Did your mother not learn you manners?!” Said me.

I don’t remember much of the conversation after this, but I found out her name was Alina, she was from Belarus and had been living in Poland for a few years. I got her number and I pinged her an hour or so later, she was quick on the replies. We agreed to meet later that evening, she would text me when she was free.

Rather than wait around like a chode, I decided to meet up with a couple of Danish brothers for a beer on Nowy Swiat. Eventually Alina joined us at around 9pm. We all had a drink together and she was very chatty to the other two as I took a back seat in the conversation – the night before was starting to catch up with me. One of the Danes (who was also a daygamer) picked up on this and didn’t want to tread on my toes, so he excused himself and his brother. Good lad.

Alina and I finished our drinks and we went for a walk. I walked her in the direction of my apartment and when we got to the front door, she refused to come in. We walked a bit more and Alina announced that she was going to meet some friends to party, we should meet another time. This was music to my ears as I felt I could collapse from exhaustion at any moment.

We went for drinks the next evening to a posh wine/coffee bar and then to a shisha bar. It became obvious why this girl was crazy as she explained some of her issues to me, and yes, some of them were of the daddy variety. She was a strange cocktail of a self-obsessed, know-it-all type of girl, but at the same time she was trying to please everyone else. Both the previous evening and this one she had made plans to meet friends for birthday parties straight after. I recall telling her that she didn’t have to go to every social event she was invited to – “these people got me through some very dark times, I owe them this” said Alina. I didn’t press the matter, because she didn’t seem the type to take advice, she really thought she knew it all. I got her back to the flat that evening, we kissed and fooled around on the bed. “I don’t have sex this quickly, I only met you yesterday”. Soon after this she left and I wasn’t too bothered as it was now getting very late and I had to be up for work in the morning.

Alina messaged the next day asking if I was free at 10pm. I already had a date lined up with a Turkish girl I idated the day before. I told her I’d let her know. My date with the Turk was going well, but not so well that I was going to get laid that night. At around 9.30pm I asked the Turk when she had to be home, she told me she was having fun and wanted to stay out until 11pm. FUCK.

At 10pm Alina called me, my phone was on the table in full view of the Turk and I’m sure she saw “ALINA” in huge letters on the screen. I quickly turned the phone face down; the Turk smiled and didn’t say anything. When she got up to go to the toilet I text Alina telling her I wasn’t going to make it. She replied quickly, saying that she had travelled to the centre in the rain (a huge storm had just hit) to see me. I didn’t respond.

I stayed with the Turk until the storm passed and I got a peck on the lips for my efforts at the end. She is still a live lead and will probably take a few dates, but she’s hot and doesn’t seem broken, so hopefully it will be worth it.

I pinged Alina the next day asking if she was free that evening (it’s now Wednesday). She said she would let me know later. I hate that response, I felt like replying with “just give me a yes or a no, BITCH!”. Then I remembered I had sent her the exact same response the previous day. I replied “ok”.

After lots of pissing about over text, we agreed to meet at 9pm. She had already told me that she was only free until 11pm as she’d agreed to go to yet another party afterwards. Alina eventually turned up in a nice lacy black dress and black boots. She gave me a huge hug without apologising for being late. I scolded her, “Nice of you to let me know you’re running late”.

“Sorry, my life is such a mess right now, you don’t even want to know”. Said Alina.

She was correct.

I walked us straight to my apartment which was about 50m from the meeting point and she didn’t raise any objections, we both knew that this was “the sex date”.

We got inside, took our shoes off, I poured drinks and we stood on the balcony smoking cigarettes. Every time I went to escalate further than kissing she would pull away. Perhaps it wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. Alina sat on my lap at my work desk and we watched youtube videos for half an hour or so before she excused herself to go to the toilet.

It was now pushing 10:30 and she was planning on leaving at 11. I lay fully dressed on the bed, pondering which move to make next. Then Alina came out of the bathroom WITHOUT her dress on. She was wearing a lacy black bra and underwear and all of her tattoos were now in full view. She walked over to me, got on top and started kissing me whilst biting my lip hard. I pushed her back and removed her bra, I was pleasantly surprised to see that her breasts looked bigger without the bra on. I’d say they were a large B cup, and very perky. After a few minutes of dry humping, I pushed her off me, pulled off my jeans and boxers in one fell swoop and pushed her head down.

Alina gave me one of the best blowjobs I’ve had in a long time (well, I haven’t had ANY in a long time) and she had a strange fascination with sucking my nut sack, I wasn’t sure if I liked it, but I let her carry on for a while. Quite a bit of pre-cum was now dribbling out and I was concerned I was going to blow my load so I pulled her up.

“take off your underwear” said me.

We both got fully naked and messed around a bit before she got up, walked around the bed to her handbag and pulled out a condom.

“Oh, you brought your own?!” Said me.

“I don’t trust men” Said Alina.

“Fair enough”

I lay on my back again whilst she opened the condom, it was one of those scented ones.

Alina slid it on my cock, which was about erupt at any moment, the poor little fucker hadn’t seen this much action in almost 6 months. She jumped straight on and proceeded to gyrate up and down, after about 10 strokes I was about blow. I went to push her off…

“I’m gonna cum VERY soon” said me.

“I don’t mind” said Alina as she carried on riding.

Seconds later I blew my load. It couldn’t have been much more than 30 seconds, 1 minute maximum from the moment she put the condom on, to ejaculation. I didn’t really care, I was happy to finally get my end away. But I was intrigued…

“So, you don’t enjoy sex or what?” asked me.

“It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, I just don’t feel anything because of the anti-depressants” said Alina.

“Oh” said me, in a comforting tone.

“Plus, I felt like you deserved it after making you wait” Said Alina.

“OK”.  She had a fair point.

“And I have to go to this party now, so I didn’t have much time, but maybe next time we can go for longer” Said Alina.


Moments later she got dressed, used the bathroom, and let herself out just before 11pm.

I lay there on the bed reflecting. “This girl opened me, she basically held the frame the whole way through, all I did, was be there. During the dates she did most of the talking, I barely got a word in edgeways. Yes, I escalated when I had to, but the sex happened when I literally laid back and did nothing.  Crazy Belarusians… wait, Belarus!…I don’t think I have that flag, I’d better check my blog [1]”.

I didn’t have it.




[1] Yes, I check my own blog to remember which flags I have. If I were a proper mPUA, this would be a humble brag, having too many flags to remember em’ all. But my alcohol addled brain forgets what happened last week, never mind which flags I picked up 6 years ago.

Value Building

Still wouldn’t open her.

I’m currently setting off on my first jaunt of the year and this seems like a convenient point to reflect on the madness so far. I’m only going to Poland for a few days, but anywhere has to be better than London right now, the grass is always greener as they say.

This year I’ve done a total of 72 sets and I’ve got one measly lay to show for it. 1 in 72!

That’s 13 sets a month or 3.25 a week or 0.46 a day. Obviously, the Chinese virus has had a large part to play in my lack of sets, forcing me to take all of March, April and May off. It was the longest break I’ve ever taken in my 6 years of game.

I’d like to report that I used this time off productively, reading lots of books, learning a new skill, starting an online business, working on my SMV, all that type of stuff that you read about on twitter. The reality is, I spent most of it playing FIFA 20 on my shiny new PlayStation 4. However, this was not time wasted entirely. I massively enjoyed beating 12-year-old Chinese kids online and I am now pretty fucking good at FIFA. I progressed from a division 10 player to a division 1 player whilst only giving up approximately 400 hours of my life in the process. Bargain.

On a serious note, I did do some productive things, and I did work on my SMV.

I had a hair transplant. My hairline has been receding/thinning for a few years now, as is common for many men in their mid-thirties. I have always planned to shave it all off Krauser style when the time came. But then one day in February, I was walking up Harley street in central London and I walked past two or three clinics all offering “Free” consultations. I called one of them up later that day, went in to see them and before I knew it, I’d paid a £1000 deposit for a transplant in mid-April. How did that happen?! In hindsight, I know exactly how it happened, the consultant was a REALLY good salesman, and despite my in depth knowledge of sales techniques, I remain excellent at parting with my hard earned money when a good salesman gets his tenterhooks on me. The onset of the virus lead to the clinic bringing my appointment forward and I got it done on the day lockdown started in the UK (24 March), they had to smuggle me out the back door and sneak me home in an uber so that neither of us got gestapoed. They’ve done a great job, and most of my mates and colleagues didn’t even notice any difference in my appearance, that’s mostly because I don’t look any different yet, apparently it takes 6-12 months for the new hair to grow through.

I lost 6 kilos of puppy fat. This was not intentional; I basically stopped drinking alcohol for three months as all the bars were closed and I’ve never been a fan a drinking at home, so I just didn’t. However, I’ve put a couple of those kilos back on since the pubs have re-opened.

I’ve started learning Russian. On another dangerously expensive walk, I passed Pushkin house in central London, and outside it was a sign saying that their Spring semester would be fully online and that registrations were closing the very next day! Scarcity, scarcity, they’re trying to get you with the old scarcity tactic! I told myself. I then quickly typed in the url of the website on my phone and parted with another £400 of my hard-earned dosh, phew, just made it!  I have since completed the 10-week course and have even signed up for a second semester which starts this weekend. My reasons for doing this were not game related. I would like to be able to speak basic Russian with the aim of getting a contract and living there for a year or so. I would dabble in a wee bit of daygame on the side.

So, has the time off doing all these value building activities improved my results?

Of course it hasn’t. I HATED IT.

I’ve never been a fan of taking breaks, no matter how much experience you have, any time off will make you rusty. Throw in a virus that makes girls even more scared of strangers, then you will find that the old daygame gets a lot harder, and so, that is what I have found. Here’s a rundown of the pre and post lockdown stats.


Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss SDL Lays
25 16.00% 8.00% 66.67% 0.00% 0.00% 4.00% 4.00% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 4.00%
1.92 4 2 4 0 0 1 1 0 0 0 0 1


These numbers are for January and February. As you can see, I wasn’t exactly spamming, but I was still comfortably inside my 1 in 30 level of the last 2 years or so. My enthusiasm for daygame was possibly at its lowest ebb at the beginning of the year, I made the false assumption that things would be much better in Spring.


Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss SDL Lays
47 12.77% 8.51% 50.00% 0.00% 0.00% 2.13% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00%
2.35 6 4 5 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0

I have been out and about pretty much every day since the shops have re-opened, which was 15 June if I remember correctly. I live just off Oxford street and I do like to get my 10,000 steps a day, so I don’t really mind THAT much if I don’t see many sets on my walk. But the past couple of weeks has been taking the piss.

Almost every day I’ve gone out, I’ve spotted on average 4 daygamers and one or two sets, i.e. there always seems to be more daygamers on the streets than actual sets, how do you square that circle?

I’ve stopped and chatted to quite a few of my fellow daygamers just to gauge how they’re getting on with the “new normal”. Most seem to be struggling, but a few guys have told me they’re still getting laid. Fair play to them. I also see several twitter bros posting +1’s on a regular basis. Fair play to them too.

I’ve been thinking over whether it’s me or whether it’s London that is fucked. Have I forgotten how to do a good daygame set? Have I aged rapidly during lockdown and now girls are repulsed by me? Have I turned into a reclusive creep??

Well, I can safely say, even though you can’t see it in the numbers, I can see it in the sets. My game is fine, maybe a little rusty, but fine. I look pretty much the same, and I always was a creep anyway. Girls still like me, I’m getting good reactions. My open to close ratio has gone to piss, but I’m putting that down to girls being a bit extra cautious due to our Chinese friends. I’m confident the results will filter through soon enough, I just need to keep tapping away.

Anyway, I’m just about to touch down in Poland, London can do one.


How Not to Relationship

This wasn’t the actual bank machine.

Well this corona virus is shit craic. Just when I was getting the taste back for daygame, the whole year gets cancelled. My only goal for 2020 was to reach 100 daygame notches, this will now take a minor miracle as I still have 16 to go. But I’m not THAT arsed about it, there are more important things in life than chasing tail, like staying alive. I’d just quite like things to return to normal.

Until then, here is a story from my shambolic dating life that I have told to a few of my mates down the pub. They all found it hilarious, so I thought I’d write it up before I forget the finer details. TL:DR – this is how NOT to go about wifing up a hot young Russian girl…

I’ve written about end game in the past – finding a high-quality girl and having a go at a relationship. Before game I was great at relationships, I had four long term girlfriends, one after the other spanning a period of 13 years, I was obliviously happy with my lot. But since I learned that it was possible to have loads of girls without the commitment, that all went out the window and I became hooked on new pussy and the ego validating +1 tweets and lay reports that followed.

It was just over a year ago when I started to become jaded, I’d reached the promised land of 1 bang for every 30 opens (over a calendar year), and guess what – there was no medal, VIP pass or victory parade at the end. It was business as usual, if I wanted to get laid again, I had to get back out there and push the boulder back up the hill.

I’ve met some very nice girls down the years, so I created a shortlist of 5 girls that I thought had potential for something longer term. Jane was near the top of said list. I met her in June of 2018 and to this day she is one of the only girls I don’t get bored of hanging out with – she’s very good looking, intelligent, looks after herself well and has a wicked sense of humour. I’ve been back to Saint Petersburg several times since our first meeting and have always made time for her.

We met up in SPB towards the end of last years daygame season and we got to role playing whilst relaxing on the sofa bed in my shitty little Airbnb apartment. I told her how I’d whisk her away to any romantic destination of her choosing, I’d make her breakfast in bed every day, we’d hold hands, go on romantic walks, pose for cheesy selfies and make everyone else around us sick with our public displays of affection. She played along ‘will you hold every door open for me? And bring me flowers every day?’‘Of course, do you think I’m some sort of barbarian?!’. We kissed and cuddled before she turned to me… ‘Roy, I know you’re joking, but it would actually be nice to go on a vacation with you’.

I laughed at her and told her that I was no sugar daddy or Instagram photographer. However, a few days after I left SPB, I started to develop strange feelings, like I actually missed her. We were texting every day and before I knew it, I’d booked us a swanky apartment and flights to Venice for her upcoming 20th birthday. We would spend 5 nights in the floating city – the most time I’d spend with any girl in over 5 years – this would be the litmus test.

It went swimmingly for the first 4 nights, pretty much all as imagined above – romantic walks, lots of sex, lots of laughter, and lots of me pretending to be a gentleman before pushing her into an oncoming passer-by. Then on the last night it all fell apart, and quite spectacularly so…

Early in the afternoon we jumped on a boat to one of the surrounding islands, Murano I think it was called. We wandered the island aimlessly, enjoying the rare Autumn sunshine, stopping off in restaurants every couple of hours for coffee, wine and chichetti (Italian tapas). As it got towards sunset, we waited at the pier for the last boat back to the main island, it took forever so we ended up getting a bit tipsy at a little pop up mulled wine stall. It was starting to get very cold now and for some reason the internet on my phone had stopped working (I had previously been using google maps for navigation), and Jane didn’t have internet on her phone either. When the next boat arrived at the pier I announced, ‘come on, lets jump on that one, I know the way!’ I didn’t.

As we circumnavigated the main Island, I pretended that I knew what the main landmarks were and made stories up as we went. I wasn’t recognising anything and eventually I decided that we should just get off at the next stop and figure out our way home from dry land. We alighted in what looked like a deserted college campus.

‘Roy, where are we?’ Asked Jane as we walked down a long footpath with no-one in sight.

‘Ah, this is the famous University campuso, I’m pretty sure this is where Leonardo Di Caprio painted the Mona Lisa’ said me.

Eventually we stumbled upon civilization in the form of people sitting outside what looked like a beer garden, as we got closer I heard a guitar, and when we got even closer I saw a bar attached to the garden. I’d found a cool little bar with live music, jackpot! We went inside, ordered a couple of drinks and got chatting to the locals, all students. I was very impressed with how cheap the drinks were compared to the centre of Venice. We congratulated each other on surviving the trip without incident and discussed where we would travel to next. I was chuffed, I had proved to myself that I wasn’t broken, I could hang out with a girl I had banged many times and not be bored of her company. Before we knew it, it was last orders at the bar and I still had no idea which way our apartment was. I spoke to a friendly chap at the bar, instead of asking him how I would get home, I asked him which cool non-touristy bars were still open. He kindly obliged and I returned to Jane full of vim (wine) and vigour. ‘Come on, let’s go this way!!’.

My new friend at the bars recommendation was sound, he’d given me directions to a square of bars that were still quite busy. Jane and I were stood outside talking to a group of locals as I puffed away on my vape. She was in a jovial mood now and was becoming more and more animated as she spoke, then as she whirled around towards me her elbow hit my hand and my vape dropped to the floor before smashing into tiny little pieces. The smile disappeared from my face instantly, I looked at the ground, looked up at her, then to the group of Italians, then back to Jane who was stood there looking back at me innocently… the red mist descended.


‘Wow, wow, it was an accident, I’m sorry!’ Said jane as she stroked my arm and dragged me away from the others.


‘Look, there’s a cigarette machine in the wall over there, let’s get you some’ she reasoned.

‘OK, OK, OK!’.

I walked over to the machine in the wall, pressed Marlboro gold and went to tap my card to pay, but nothing happened.

‘It’s not fucking working, these stupid fucking wops, why don’t their machines take card?!’

One of the guys in the group we had just been talking to suddenly piped up ‘hey man, those machines are cash only, there’s an ATM not far away if you need cash’.

‘Uuuhm, ok. Ok, thanks bud’ said me, I was starting to calm down.

‘Roy, I’ll go get some cash out and buy you some cigarettes, this is all my fault’ Said Jane.

‘No don’t worry about it, I’ll go’

Then the local dude piped up again ‘I can show you guys where it is’.

‘Roy, you go inside and get us a drink, I’ll go get you some cigarettes’ Said Jane.

‘OK, OK, thanks’

‘I’ll be back in 5 minutes’ said Jane before giving me a kiss on the lips and departing with the local dude.

I went into the bar, ordered us some drinks and started to calm down. 5 minutes passed, then 10, then 15, and then 20 minutes. It began to dawn on me that somehow, I’d managed to let my girl walk off in the middle of the night with a random guy that I didn’t know, and I had no way of contacting her. Earlier that day Jane put me on the phone to her mother (who is only a few years older than me), she told me that she was glad Jane was having fun and then gave me specific orders to make sure that her daughter was safe. I clearly wasn’t doing a very good job of that, so I stormed out of the bar (after finishing both drinks, obviously) and ran up and down the street looking for her. I started asking strangers ‘have you seen a blonde girl, blue eyes, long red coat?!’. No one had seen her. FUCK.

I sat down on a bench and thought about what to do next. Then I heard her unmistakable laugh come from across the square. I got up and walked towards it and sure enough there she was with the local dude laughing and joking.


‘Wow, relax dude’ Said the local.

‘FUCK OFF, YOU CAN GO NOW MATE, JUST FUCK OFF’ Said me. He scarpered off.

‘Here, I got you cigarettes’ Said Jane, remaining calm and smiling throughout.

‘What took you so long?’

‘It was further than I thought’

‘Jesus, I thought you had been kidnapped, how would I explain that to your mother?!’

‘Don’t worry, I’m fine’

‘Ok, come on, let’s go home’

As we walked, I apologised for losing my temper, Jane said not to worry, but I could tell she wasn’t happy with me. As soon as we got into the apartment, she said she was tired, got undressed and jumped straight into bed and switched the lights off.

I went out the front of the apartment to the courtyard for a cigarette. It was now around 2am as I stood there puffing away on the Marlboro golds that almost got Jane kidnapped. I was rather upset with myself ‘well, there you have it, you really are broken, how have you fucked this up so royally?’ I asked myself.

Then as I was berating myself, Jane startled me by hugging me from behind. I almost jumped out of my skin and Jane found this very funny and packed up with laughter… ‘Ooooh big strong man is afraid of the dark!’. I laughed along with her as Jane circled around to face me. She was wearing her long red jacket and high heels, then she opened the jacket to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath.

‘It’s our last night, let’s not let it end on a sour note’ said Jane.


I quickly put out my smoke, grabbed her by the hand and dragged her towards the apartment. When we got to the front door it was shut, it was one of those doors that locks upon closing.

‘Jane, please tell me you brought your keys out with you, because mine are inside’

‘No, I thought you had yours.’

‘No, I just came out for a quick smoke, that’s why I wedged the door open’

‘Oh nooooo’

‘You’re kidding me, right?’

‘No, I really don’t have my keys’


I was very tempted to lose my temper again, but somehow, I remained ice cool from this point onwards and went into survival mode.

‘OK, don’t worry, I’ll figure this out’. Said me. I had no idea what to do.

I tried forcefully opening the door, no luck. I tried to open the windows, no luck. I looked under all the plant pots and door mats in case there was a spare key, no luck. There were three other apartments that shared our courtyard. I rang all three of their doorbells and none of them answered, bastards.

I went to pull my phone out of my pocket to look-up hotels in the area that were still open, then I realised I’d left my phone and my wallet safely beside my keys, inside the apartment. FUCK!

‘Jane, did you bring your purse with you?’

‘No. I have nothing in my pockets’

The temperature was dropping, and I could see Jane was starting to shiver. I was only in a t-shirt and jeans and was starting to feel the chill too. ‘Think Roy, THINK!’ I told myself.

I rummaged through my pockets again and underneath my cigarettes I felt a credit card shaped object, I pulled it out and was relieved to see that it was my American Express card – I had a lifeline.

‘OK, we can’t stay out here all night. We’ll sleep at a hotel and come back here to check out at 12 and make our way to the airport’ said me.

It was now pushing 3am as we set off down the high street, I was buzzing with adrenaline and was quite pleased with my plan. Jane was still visibly shivering and had her arms tightly wrapped around the lapels of her jacket so as not to flash any passers-by.

The first hotel was only a hundred metres down the street. The entrance was closed, but there was a buzzer to call reception. I spoke to the porter over the intercom and his English wasn’t great, but neither was my Italian…

‘Bonjourno, you have one roomo for tonight?’ Said me.


‘Do you speak English?’

‘Si, si, uno momento’

A short, rotund old man with wiry glasses halfway down his nose opened the main entrance door. I explained to him that I needed a room for the night and that I had been locked out of my apartment, but I don’t think he understood any of it. He looked Jane up and down as I rambled on before announcing…

‘Tonight we are full, no rooms’ in perfect English. Cunt.

He’d clearly surmised that I’d picked up a prostitute and wanted to use his hotel to wet my willy. He was half right. I tried three more hotels and got almost exactly the same response word for word. The wee fat man must have given the others advance notice.

It was now almost 4am and everything in Venice was closed. My new plan was to set up camp outside the coffee shop we went into every morning beside our apartment and wait for it to open. We could sit there and drink coffee in the warmth whilst we waited for the Airbnb host to turn up and check us out. I checked the opening times as we approached the window of the coffee shop; it wouldn’t open until 06:30, that left two and half hours to kill. We went for another walk and I spotted one of those bank machines that was inside a small building… ‘Let’s go in here!’, I dragged Jane in with me and plonked myself on the floor and propped my back up against the wall…

’You can’t be serious, are we really going to sleep here?’ asked Jane.

‘Yes, we are sleeping in a bank machine.’ Said me.

Jane lay on top of me with her back to the door so as not to expose any of her private bits and within minutes we were both fast asleep. Then suddenly I woke up and my whole body was shaking. I rubbed my eyes to try and focus. There was a police officer hunched over me shaking my shoulders and shouting things at me in Italian whilst pointing to the door. Jane was still fast asleep.

‘Si, si, si officer’ said me. I guessed that he was telling me that we couldn’t sleep in the bank machine, which was only fair enough. I looked at my watch and it was now just after 5am. I woke Jane and we slowly made our way back towards the coffee shop and sat on a bench opposite it. Just before 6am the barista arrived to open, she recognised us on the bench and asked if we were ok, I explained the situation and she told us to come in right away. People are nice.

We were very grateful for the hot coffee but after a couple of hours sitting in the corner, we were starting to get funny looks from the staff. We took this as our cue to leave. We went back to the apartment on the off chance that the host arrived early, unfortunately he hadn’t.

It was now around 9am and the streets were getting busier and busier and Jane was getting more and more self-conscious about wearing no clothes and looking like a whore. It was time to utilise my daygame skills for an entirely different purpose. I started stopping random people and asking if I could use their phones quickly to make one phone call. The first few people didn’t even stop. I thought about explaining to Jane that I was very experienced in the art of getting blown out by total strangers, but I decided against it.

Finally, a young Swedish fella who spoke perfect English was more than happy to hand over this phone. I went to dial the number of the Airbnb host, then I remembered that it was saved in my phone, which I didn’t have. FUCK. I gave the kind Swedish chap back his phone and we went for another coffee so I could devise another plan.

It was now around 10am and we were due to check out at midday. We walked back to the apartment on the off chance that the host had come early. He hadn’t. But I did notice that the name of the company that rented the property was written on a sign on the main gate. Bingo.

I dragged us back to the main street and started opening again. This time the first person stopped, she was a local Italian girl and she was actually pretty hot. I fought the urge to do my normal daygame stack and explained the situation. She gladly handed over phone, this time I went straight onto google, searched for the property and up popped a website with the contact number of the host. I called him and he was there within 10 minutes. The saga had ended.

Jane and I showered, got packed and made our way to the airport whilst hardly saying a word to each other for 3 or 4 hours. Once we got through airport security I dragged us to the bar for one last drink.

‘Well, Roy, one thing is for sure – I will NEVER forget this trip’ said Jane, breaking the silence.

‘Not exactly a rom-com ending though, eh’

‘No, it wasn’t. I was beginning to fall in love with you, I could see a future with you. But I think that’s gone now’ Said Jane, not mincing her words in true Russian style.

‘Fair enough’ Said me, I didn’t have a leg to stand on.

We went our separate ways at the airport without mentioning meeting up again, we both knew it was over.

So, what did I learn from this experience? Basically, I just need to stop being a pisshead, but if I did that, the stories would be nowhere near as good.

Lay Report: A Spaniard with a Boyfriend

Imagine this, but squashed… and with braces.

Finally, a new daygame lay. This was my longest “dry spell” in years, but it never felt that way, mainly because I simply haven’t been trying very hard since I returned from Moscow last year. But the hunger is returning as we inch towards Spring. It’s still not quite there given that I’ve only done 25 sets this year and we seem to be getting hit by storm after storm in London, but when the dust settles, I’ll be on the prowl once more. My current plan is to take at least two months off work and go on jaunts in the usual haunts, with maybe one new location thrown in to mix things up a bit. But let’s get back to the task at hand…

Two Fridays ago I arranged a daygame/bargame session with Rasputin. The daygame part never really happened. I’d done one set prior to meeting up with him, it went well, I got a cute Canadian girls’ number and she ended up flaking after replying to the initial feeler.

I met a thirsty Rasputin at Piccadilly Circus at around 8pm and he was keen to go straight to the pub. I didn’t raise any objections, so we walked towards a bar on glasshouse street. We walked and talked and as we got closer to the pub, I spotted a short girl with long black hair looking my way as she walked in the opposite direction. I let her pass to get a look from behind and I was not disappointed, she wore tight denim jeans which showed off a spectacular backside and a tiny waist.

“I have to do that mate; I’ll see you in the pub” I said to Rasputin.

Off I went and as soon as I got in front a huge smile broke out on her face to reveal a glistening metallic grill fixed to her teeth.

I persevered to find out that Maria was from Spain, her English wasn’t great, and she’d recently moved to London to improve it. I asked her where she was off to and she told me she was going home. I told her I was going to the pub with my friend and pointed at it.

“I work there!” Said Maria

I took her number, if Rasputin hadn’t just met up with me, I’d have idated her then and there. Off she went and I didn’t think much of it. When it was my turn to get a round in, I went inside the bar, and there was Maria pulling pints behind the bar. I approached and she waved at me with a huge smile before hitting her colleague on the arm, she also looked at me and smiled. Maria had obviously told her about our street encounter.

“I thought you were going home?” Said a very confused me.

“Que? Home? No, I work!” Said Maria

“Ok, two pints of Punk IPA please”

I re-joined Rasputin outside and told him about the confusing episode, “Spanish girls really are retards” he concluded, I was in no position to disagree.

We went about our night, frequenting the usual spots and opening the odd two set as we got more and more tipsy. At around midnight we went to a clubby bar at the bottom of Carnaby street and carried on opening two-sets and not really getting anywhere. Then I saw Maria again, I waved at her to come over and join us but she was with a big group of people. At the end of the night both Rasputin and I went home empty handed.

The next morning I awoke to a message from Maria asking how my night was. We pinged back and forth and set up a coffee date for later that afternoon before she went to work in the evening. Over coffee I found out that Maria was 23 years old, was studying dentistry in Spain and was only going to be in London for another month and… that she had a boyfriend. “Yes, he is in Spain, but don’t worry about it” said Maria.

I took her advice and never raised the topic again. I did some light escalation over the coffee and she accepted all of it. It seemed on.

I asked Maria why she never came to say hello to me in the clubby bar the previous night. “Every time I came to find you, you were talking to a different girl!” said an unimpressed Maria. “Oh, yeah, sometimes I do that” said me, it was the best I could come up with at the time.

Off she went to work, and over the next few days we arranged to meet 3 or 4 times only for her to cancel shortly before we were due to meet. I couldn’t decide if she was conflicted about meeting because of her boyfriend, or if she was just retarded, either way, it was getting annoying.

On Saturday past we had arranged to meet during the day. I pinged her in the morning to suggest 3pm. She took a few hours to reply before eventually asking if we could meet a bit later. I then suggested 6pm and again she wasn’t replying, I was at the end of my tether.


This seemed to work, and eventually we agreed to meet at 9pm. Of course, she was late, turning up to the meeting point at around 9.45pm. But boy, did she turn up. Maria was dressed in black high heels, tight black leather leggings, a black boob tube and a black furry coat. She could have passed for an 8 if it wasn’t for the grill on her beck, but she looked amazing anyway and I told her so.

The date itself was a breeze, she fell into my frame right away and apologised for being late. When I got her to the first bar I was blabbering away about something and she put her finger on my lips to shush me and kissed me. This girl was horny and all I had to do was not fuck it up.

Soon after this I took her the usual cocktail bar near my apartment. Upon entry the doorman asked Maria for ID and she didn’t have any.

“Hey, why aren’t you asking me for ID?!” said me.

“Cos you don’t look underage, mate” said the bouncer in a very accusatory fashion.

I laughed in his face before turning to Maria “OK, let’s go somewhere else”.

I walked her straight to my apartment and before long the clothes were off, and I was doing her doggy raw dog whilst admiring her spectacular behind.

These are the moments where I remind myself that I still love daygame.

2019 – The Year of Meh

Example of the type of girl I couldn’t be bothered opening in the last few months of 2019.

This year was a strange one, I went full throttle until early September, when I returned from Moscow. In this period, I averaged just shy of 3 daygame lays a month and a handful from “bar game” [1], just under one a week total. Then BOOM – I descended into an abyss of nothingness, and I didn’t really mind.

There was never an intention on my part to take a break or hibernate. I still went out once or twice a week for the remaining months of the year for “a walk” but my heart was never in it. I’d leave the house purely just to get out of the house, and if I didn’t do a set, I didn’t give a shit, at least I’d still been for a nice walk. If I had to put my finger on what caused this, it could be one or all of the following;

  • I was travelling for work – a LOT. I spent roughly a third of the year on the road and not in places conducive to game. This was both mentally and physically draining due to the nature of my job. I was doing this when I was getting laid, but it ramped up towards the end of the year.
  • I’d banged enough birds.
  • I had some health problems – this genuinely shook me, so much so that I even quit drinking for a whole month. [2]
  • I dabbled in trying to convince myself that I could have regulars and/or a girlfriend [3] – and failed. This shifted my focus from getting new leads.
  • I tried to set up an online business – and failed. Admittedly, I didn’t spend very much time on this, so it’s not really an excuse.

For whatever reason, I just couldn’t be arsed anymore. It was like my fore-brain would see a pretty girl and think “Oh, I’d quite like to have sexual relations with that girl” and then my hind-brain would say “go home, you’ve had your fair share, you greedy little runt!”

I never really had a goal at the beginning of the year apart from “I’ll try and beat last year”. For me, goals and game don’t mix well and may even be counterproductive. It’s like you are trying to force something out of nothing. I am by no means a “go with the flow and see what happens” kind of guy, but I don’t think it’s good for your mental health to beat yourself up because you didn’t get x number of notches from y number of sets. There are many external factors outside of your control when it comes to banging birds consistently which make most statistics largely irrelevant. Now that we’ve established the irrelevance of statistics, let’s talk about my statistics.

July 2019 marked my 5th anniversary as “a daygamer”. However, I still do stats by the calendar year. So, this was my 6th year of logging statistics, and I have to say, I’m getting rather bored of it all. But I will keep doing it for the sake of science. As always, I will do a comparison to the previous year, and these stats are daygame only.


Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss SDL Lays
566 22.44% 15.02% 20.75% 1.89% 3.53% 6.89% 2.83% 1.59% 0.71% 1.41% 0.53% 3.18%
4.01 127 85 44 4 20 39 16 9 4 8 3 18


Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss SDL Lays
650 21.08% 11.38% 22.75% 1.90% 4.77% 5.69% 1.69% 0.31% 0.15% 1.08% 1.38% 3.38%
4.71 137 74 48 4 31 37 11 2 1 7 9 22

I ended 2019 (In September) with a total notch count of 27 (including bar game), up 2 from last year. 22 of these were from 650 daygame approaches – 1 in 29.55. A slight improvement on last years ratio of 1 in 31.44, the rest of the numbers were also very close to 2018’s apart from one – SDL’s.

This may lead the reader to believe that I was pulling harder or going out hunting for SDL’s. I wasn’t. I can’t decide if I got better at making decisions or if it was pure luck, but if I had to decide, I’d say the biggest improvement in my game in 2019 was making decisions. Maybe.

In 2019 I started following a bodybuilding program in the gym, although you couldn’t tell that from looking at me. This led me to start doing more research on the old lifting of the weights and I now follow a few bodybuilding personalities on youtube. There is a consensus amongst them that in the first 6 months of lifting you will get “newbie gains”. After this you need to eat well and continually put your body into “progressive overload” in the gym to see any further gains. And so it is with daygame, except the newbie gains phase probably lasts longer, for me this was about two years. To look jacked (naturally), it takes four or five years of consistent gym work and if you slack off you will lose those gains quickly. This is also true in daygame. I put in slightly more work (number of sets) and got slightly more gains (notches). Any improvement in my game last year was very incremental so much so that I struggled to notice any difference.

The increase in SDL’s probably means I got better at reading the signals that normal men don’t see when they’ve got a pretty girl sat in front of them. These signals can come in many forms – she may agree to a glass of wine after saying she doesn’t drink, she may just follow you to your place, or she might keep saying no before jumping on top of you. Whatever it is, you need to be vigilant, like a meerkat, or a lion… (yes, let’s go with lion, that’s more alpha) to spot the signal and have the balls to follow through, she’ll usually thank you for it.

Now for the run-down…

# Date Nationality HB Rating Location
1 01-06-2019 Philippines 7 London
2 02-08-2019 Turkey 7 London
3 02-17-2019 Taiwan 7 London
4 02-22-2019 Eritrea 8 London
5 03-23-2019 Azerbaijan 6 New York
6 03-30-2019 China 7 London
7 05-10-2019 Russia 8.5 London
8 06-02-2019 America 7 London
9 06-09-2019 England 7 London
10 06-09-2019 Brazil 7 London
11 06-22-2019 Iran 7.5 Belgrade
12 06-27-2019 Argentina 7 London
13 07-04-2019 Bosnia 7 London
14 07-05-2019 Russia 7 London
15 07-20-2019 Colombia 7 London
16 08-03-2019 France 7.5 London
17 08-09-2019 Serbia 8 Belgrade
18 08-23-2019 Russia 7 Moscow
19 08-23-2019 Russia 6 Moscow
20 09-04-2019 Russia 8 Moscow
21 09-07-2019 Russia 7 Moscow
22 09-27-2019 France 7 London
  Average 7.16  

The dates quoted above are when I opened them, 9 of these were closed the same day, the rest within a week, apart from the English girl. As mentioned above there were also 5 girls from bar game which I kept no notes on. You may have noticed that there are two daygame girls that I didn’t even do a blog post on. One was a cute little Brazilian girl with a huge mouth, nothing about her or the lay inspired me to write. Another was a 6 in Moscow, again nothing of note happened, apart from me coming after 2 strokes and spraying it all over her face and kicking her out a couple of minutes later so I could go for beers with the boys. Perhaps that was another learning point for the year – get your priorities straight.

So, what about 2020?

Despite my poo-pooing of goal setting, I do have one goal for this year, and by damn will I go all out to achieve it. 100 daygame lays (17 to go). Based on previous performance I think it’s achievable, but I won’t be hanging myself if I don’t hit it. These days I am more interested in finding a girl that I won’t be bored of after the first bang, which could potentially lead to a regular, then a pregnant regular, then a girlfriend, then a wife. If I find said girl before the magic number 100, I’ll gladly check out and all of this will be a fond memory.

Happy New Year to you all and thank you for reading my ramblings. All the best on your own journey in 2020.




[1] There is no nuance to my bar game, hence the “ “. I get a bit tipsy, talk to girls and sometimes I bang them, most times I don’t.

[2] I lasted two weeks.

[3] I even took one of the girls near the top of my list on a romantic getaway – and royally fucked that up.

Lay Report: Crème de la crème

It was a wet and dreary Friday evening; Autumn was taking its grip on proceedings and Winter would be here soon enough to freeze all the vagina in the land. I was hungover from a night on the sauce with an old colleague and “worked from home” as a result that day. Mr S got home around 5ish and asked if I fancied going for dinner with him and Xants. My date for the evening had flaked for the third time even after some masterful text game from myself if I don’t say so myself, so I agreed to go along.

After filling our bellies at our favourite noodle-based establishment, we went to a pub called the white horse in Soho for a spot of drinking and fishing. It was the first time the three of us were out together in a few weeks, so we were in good spirits and had a laugh taking the piss out of each other.

Mr S got the first round in whilst Xant’s and I hovered behind him like Jews. I spotted a hot black girl at the other side of the bar ordering a drink. I tapped Xants on the shoulder “oooh I like that there black girl over there”…. “Oh no, Roy’s got that there jungle fever again!” said Xants to Mr S.

She was slim with long straight black hair, big lips and hips, and wore a white coat over a black corset looking thing which made her boobs pop out, I noticed that she was getting a lot of male attention from the rest of the bar. I assumed she was there with friends and didn’t pursue her. The lads and I took our drinks outside to watch the world go by and maybe even do a set if one took our fancy. We chatted away, Mr S was telling us his latest ground-breaking game theories, Xants was complaining about being crippled and I was telling the boys how I’d invented a new form of game – Queue game [1].

I was half-way down my pint when I noticed a black girl walk past us with purpose. “There’s that there girl from the bar” said Xants. I looked her up and down again and felt a bit excitement in my trouser area – I had to open. I sat my pint down on the ledge, turned to the boys – “See you tomorrow boys!” before making chase.

“Excuuuuuuuuse me…. I saw you back there…”

“What?.. Where?!”

“Well, actually I saw you in the bar, but I assumed you were with your friends”

“No, I like to come out alone”

“Oh ok, well I was going to say I thought you looked very pretty”

Suzy was slowly moving away from me as we talked. She wasn’t shy but she was clearly puzzled and looked at me as if to say “what’s going on here?” then sure enough…

“This is crazy, is this really happening, are you really telling me this on the street?”

“Yes… that’s not an English accent you’ve got there”

“No, I’m French” Said Suzy in an African accent.

“Oh, you mean you live in France?” Said an unconvinced me, must be one of these ‘New French’.

“No, I’m French, I was born in France”

“Oh, you don’t sound very French” She didn’t.

“Are you serious?!” Said a clearly offended Suzy.

Turned out Suzy was born in Marseille (the part with lots of ‘New French’), her dad was from Cameroon and her mum was Spanish. She was in London for an internship and had a degree in Fashion. I asked her what she was up to for the evening and she told me that she was just killing time until midnight when she would go to a nightclub with some friends. It was only around 7.30pm. With her guard now fully dropped I asked her if she’d like to get a drink with me, she asked if I was with my friends, I told her not to worry about them, I’d catch up with them later.

Off we went, Suzy was looking for a bar she wanted to go to but didn’t know the name, we walked for a few minutes and she couldn’t find it, so I took her to the John Snow pub instead. It was rammed full of Friday night revellers; I got the drinks in and we squeezed into a little cranny in the corner.

I found out Suzy was 23, had family back in Marseille and had a passion for movies. She loved to travel and had been to quite a few places during her fashion degree – she would go to all the places that have fashion week, she told me the places, but I have since forgotten. She was now in London to do an internship in events management or something like that. We basically had nothing in common, but there was mutual attraction and that’s all we needed.

I asked Suzy if she had ever been to Fitzrovia (my area), she hadn’t. I suggested we go there as we got towards the end of our drinks and she was keen. It took around 10 minutes to walk there and upon arrival she was very impressed with the area…

“ooooh, this is so much nicer than Soho, I will do my shoot here next week”

“You’re a model?”

“Only for fun, my friend is a photographer”

“Aaah, I see”

I took us straight to the underground speakeasy opposite my apartment where I know the owner/barman, Joe. Upon entry I noticed the place had been given a facelift with a new paint job and new furniture.

“Joe! Love what you’ve done with the place!”

“Ah thanks, Roy! Long time no see, who’s the lovely lady?”

We chatted for a few minutes before I chose two cocktails for Suzy and me. Unfortunately, all the good tables were booked so we sat at a high table on stools. It didn’t matter, Suzy was impressed that I knew the barman.

“Why do you know the bar man so well? You must bring a lot of girls here, huh?”

“I’ve been here a few times, yes”

When a girl accuses me of being a player, I never deny it, but I don’t openly admit it either, unless I’m exaggerating the fact.

It wasn’t possible to escalate at this bar, the music was loud, we were right in front of the bar and Joe kept talking to us, so we finished up and I suggested some wine on the rooftop. Suzy agreed. I got some wine at the local shop and as we opened the front door to my building…

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To the rooftop, the rooftop is on top of my apartment.”

“Oh noooo, you didn’t tell me this.”

“Just come up, I’ll get the glasses from my place and we will go to the roof”

“OK, but we’re not going to your apartment”


I did as I said I would, and we drank wine and listened to music on the rooftop. I went for the kiss after around 15 minutes and she rebuffed my attempt. It was now around 10pm and I was considering binning her off and re-joining the boys for a last drink, so I text them to see what they were up to and Mr S was already on his way home. “May as well stick it out then” thought me.

It started to rain so I told Suzy to come down to my apartment to get out of the rain. She agreed. We drank wine in the kitchen for a while and chatted to Mr S when he returned. After he went to bed, I managed to get Suzy into my bedroom. I kissed her properly on the bed, but she wouldn’t let me escalate any further.

“Let’s go for one more drink”

“Most places are closed”

“It’s London, somewhere must be open!”

I knew of plenty of places open, I just didn’t want to go out, but I reluctantly agreed to go for one more. We found a bar behind my apartment that was open til 2am. We had fun playing doubles at table tennis. I paired up with some other girl and Suzy paired up with some good-looking guy who was obviously hitting on her. He kept putting his arm around her waist and laughed at her every time she smacked the ball into lunar orbit – Suzy had the hand eye co-ordination of Stevie Wonder. The girl I paired up with turned and said to me “are you OK with that?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, he has no chance”

“Oh, Ok”

Moments later the girl I’d paired up with ran off to join her friends, Suzy ran around to my side of the table to join me and the guy that was hitting on her gave me a dirty look and walked off in a huff. Opponentless, Suzy and I returned to our drinks and made out quite heavily.

“Can I stay at your place? It will be difficult for me to get home now”

“OK, as long as you promise not to take advantage of me”

“hahaha, yeah, ok, whatever”

Back we went, Suzy asked for a t-shirt that she could wear to bed, I gave her one of my gym t-shirts. I stripped totally naked and jumped in bed beside her.

“I can’t believe you just got totally naked like that”

“This is how I normally sleep” this was a lie; I normally sleep in my boxers.

We both lay there, and I didn’t try to escalate. Sure enough, Suzy’s hand started to wander, and it eventually found my dick. She proceeded to wank me off and whispered in my ear…

“I won’t have sex with you tonight, but I have other… skills”

Suzy was not lying as she proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had, I always find black girls to be particularly talented in this department. I came in her mouth to reward her for her sterling effort, and she was only too glad to swallow.

I feebly tried to escalate once or twice, but I was too tired and rolled over and went to sleep.

We agreed to meet the following Sunday. She came out as agreed, I took her for food at a place near my apartment and then straight back to mine. No LMR this time, her clothes came straight off and I had her banged and was asleep by 11pm. I’m pretty certain she would have been a same day lay if her lady garden was suitably trimmed on the Friday, I recall having a rummage down there over the top of her underwear and it was like rubbing a mini Amazon. On the Sunday it was smooth as a baby’s bottom.

So, what did I learn from this experience? Nothing, but here’s some things you, my dear readers may have missed;

  • When a girl comes out on her own, she’s usually looking to get laid
  • Change the topic when the conversation isn’t going well
  • Don’t kiss her ass – if you don’t believe her about something, challenge her
  • Social proof is always good – get to know your local barman, or barista if you’re not an alkie like me
  • If a girl thinks you’re a player, let her. It’s a huge compliment
  • Sometimes her own obsession with personal hygiene will prevent you from getting laid, there’s not much you can do about this. I’d personally much rather bang a freshly shaven, sweet smelling vagina compared to a hairy sweaty one.


[1] This will be in my upcoming infield product which will be top, top, top secret. Only the crème de la crème of the PUA community will be granted access… If you think you’re crèmy enough, inbox me.


Lay Report: Bad boy, bad boy


I’ve been back in London a few weeks now and have only done a handful of sets since returning, I just haven’t had the time for it. But here’s a story about me SDLing a girl on my last day in Moscow…

It was a Saturday afternoon, my last full day in Moscow and I was severely hung over from the night before, I’d hit the bars with Seven daygame and didn’t get home til 6am. As a result, I didn’t wake up until around 1:30pm and by the time I eventually got my shit together to go out for some food it was 2:30pm. I messaged some of the lads to see if anyone wanted to join me for a late breakfast. No-one did.

It was the start of a 2 day celebration for Moscow’s 872nd birthday, the streets were rammed full of people and there was a big event happening on Tverskaya which meant that the road was closed to traffic and it also made it a pain in the arse to cross. I was grumpy as I manoeuvred my way through the crowds to get to my favourite breakfast establishment on Kamergirsky.

When I finally made it to Kamergirsky I noticed that almost every restaurant was full and there was a real carnival atmosphere about the place. As I made my way down the street, I saw a short girl with dirty blonde hair walking towards me. She was dressed quite formally; a beige blazer, a grey blouse, pink skirt and some pink high heels. As she got closer, I noticed that she was looking straight at me. Elena was very pretty, but I was quite reluctant to open as I hadn’t even had my first coffee of the day. I let her pass and as I turned to check her out from behind, she looked back at me. “Aaaaah Fuckit!” thought me.

I walked briskly to catch her up and opened her from the side (shock, horror) as the street was very busy.

“Excuuuuuuse me, I couldn’t help but notice that you were looking at me as you past by. You’re very cute, but it’s rude to stare”

“ahahaha well I thought you looked nice too”

Elena gave me a compliment straight off the bat, so I knew I had to take this further. I asked what she was up to and she told me that she was just walking. I told her that she looked awfully formal for just walking around. She said that she always dresses well. Gotta love them Russians.

“Well, I was just on my way for some breakfast, would you like to join me?”

“Breakfast?! It’s 3pm!”

“I had a late-night last night, I haven’t even had my morning coffee yet”

“OK, well I was going to get some food anyway, so why not!”

I walked us to two or three venues, but they were all packed, so I walked us in the direction of my apartment and found a nice place where we could sit outside in the sun. We sat down, I ordered a black coffee, a glass of red wine (to take the edge off) and a burger. She ordered an aperol spritz and a salad.

I found out that Elena was from a small town in Siberia, was 24 and was a schoolteacher. We talked a lot about travel – she was amazed to hear about my years spent in Africa and I made sure to play up my bad boy/adventurous side. I told her how I’d been to jail twice, how I’d surfed in shark infested waters whilst never being able to swim properly, how I’d climbed the highest mountain in Africa without doing any training for it (all true). She was mesmerised.

I’ve come to realise down the years that playing up to the bad boy caricature helps massively when pushing for fast sex – she needs to know that you are capable of anything at any moment. This also gives her more plausible deniability when justifying it in her head “Oh it wasn’t my fault I opened my legs, it was the bad boy who made me do it”.

After the meal I suggested we go for a walk, she was in. I walked us in the direction of my apartment – she didn’t ask where we were going. It was now around 5pm and the streets were getting busier and busier as we approached my front door.

“I live here, lets go up for a glass of wine and get away from the madness of these streets”

“You live here?! It’s so close”

“Yeah, I like to stay in the centre of the city when I travel. Just come up for a little while, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable”

“OK, just a little while”.

As we entered the room Elena took her heels off by the door. Most Russian girls do this without being asked. I took my boots off and poured us a glass of wine each. Elena sat herself down in the kitchen, as far away from the bedroom as possible.

After a few moments I invited her to the bedroom to check out the view out of the huge bay windows. She was impressed. I told her how I was told off by my Airbnb host for smoking cigarettes out the window on my first night. I didn’t tell her that there was a half-naked girl stood beside me as I did so. I sat her on my lap as I put on some music on the laptop. I started stroking her hair and at this point she turned to kiss me. She was still very timid, so I got up and left her in the room whilst I went to the bathroom.

When I returned I asked her to sit on my lap again. We started kissing, this time more passionately. I picked her up in my arms (she weighed about 45 kgs so this wasn’t difficult) and carried her to the bed.

“No, no, no! No sex!”

“Ok, let’s just get more comfortable”.

We fooled around on the bed for a few minutes. I tried to rub her pussy on top of her underwear, but she kept pushing my hand away. I rolled off again, returning to the computer to play some more youtube videos. Then again 10 minutes later I picked her up and took her to the bed. I was on top of her fully clothed and she reached down to rub my dick whilst I was kissing her. I unzipped and pulled it out and put her hand on it. She tugged away whilst I reached underneath her panties and started fingering her. She pushed my hand away and again said “No sex”.

I got fully undressed and to my surprised she started sucking me off. I pulled off her skirt and underwear and returned to fingering her. She was getting very turned on, so I pulled out a condom and quickly put it on. Again she said “No sex!”. Moments later she jumped on top of me and I slid it in.

“Bad boy, bad boy, baaaad boy” She moaned as she rode my cock like I was a rodeo bull.

The sex was fantastic and after I blew my load, she lay there with her entire body trembling – she’d clearly had an orgasm. I asked her when she’d last had sex and was unsurprised when she said over a year ago. We got dressed and I told her I had to go meet my friends.  As we made our way back out to the street, she asked me “Be honest, how many girls have you slept with in Moscow this time?”

“Ask no questions, hear no lies”. I try to avoid lying to girls.

At around 7pm we said our goodbyes, just under four hours after meeting each other.

Lay Report: Always Have Preservatives

She was slimmer, younger and therefore hotter than this. But it’s the right type of face.

After an action-packed week of debauchery in Moscow I decided to go to St. Petersburg to see a couple of old flames and allow my liver some recovery time. Whilst there I removed one girl from my marriage list, moved another up the pecking order, almost had a same day lay with a new girl and hung out with a couple of old wings. Upon leaving Saint Petersburg all symptoms of gout and diabetes were on the wane, I had a few good night’s sleep under my belt, and I was refreshed and eager to get back to Moscow. I touched down at around 5pm, was in my apartment by 6pm and on the streets by 6.30pm.

As I left the flat, I got a message from Seven asking if I wanted to join him and Mr White for dinner. All I wanted to do was sets, but I did need to eat. “Ok, I’ll see you boys there” I replied. I made my way down Tverskaya towards Kamergirsky and spotted a huge IOI off a cute little thing in a pink dress. I opened, she eye spazzed hard and clearly liked me. I went for the idate – boyfriend. I told her that it was nice to meet her and she asked for my Instagram as I said goodbye. Interested, but not available.

I moseyed further on down Tverskaya and stopped to take a picture for my Instagram story. The main purpose of this was to let my flakey Moscow leads know that I was back in town. As I was doing so, a short girl with long black hair down past her ass, a white baggy t-shirt, baggy denim jeans and trainers passed me from behind. I finished taking the picture and decided to follow up on her to see what her face looked like. It was very nice indeed – tanned skin, high cheekbones and big pink lips, BUT she had an Asian face. I took a closer look, there was no way she was Chinese, this girl was hot.

I opened and she was on guard straight away, I can’t remember much of what I said but I remember her vibe. She studied me up and down as if she was trying to decide if she could be bothered speaking to me.

“You’re very cute, but you don’t look Russian… Maybe Khazakh?”

“I’m Russian!”

“Ah ok, maybe your genetics come from somewhere else.”

“No, I’m Russian! I’m from Yakutia!”

“OK, OK, don’t hurt me.”

She smiled and dropped her guard a little. It started to rain so I moved her a few metres away to some shelter and carried on with the set. I found out she was a student of finance and was on her way home when I opened her. As the set went on, she apologised for being grumpy at first, guys talk to her in the street all the time and they’re usually creepy.

“Come on, it’s 7pm, it’s raining, let’s get out of the rain and get a quick a drink.”


“There’s lots of places on this street.”

“Ooooh K.”

I walked her to the first bar I saw, and we sat down opposite each other. As we sat Sasha told me that she didn’t drink alcohol, she ordered an orange juice and I got myself a glass of red wine. We went through the comfort fluff and then came the shit tests…

“You must do this to all the girls, this happens a lot, but I never go for a drink with guys I meet on the street”

“When I’m in Moscow I talk to 700 girls a day, when I’m in London I only do a hundred. Most English girls are ugly.“ I generally give ridiculous answers to shit tests.

She laughed and asked me more about English girls, Sasha was opening up and telling me all about her recent holiday to Dubai where she partied and drank wine every day and how she was now on a detox.

“Aaaaah so you do drink!” Her armour was cracking.

“Yes, but I’m in recovery mode.”

“Well I think this meeting is a worthy exception, I mean it’s not every day you meet a handsome, charming, funny AND modest Irish man.”

I waved the waiter over and ordered two glasses of wine this time. Sahsa looked at me, rolled her eyes and then bit her lip. I had her.

I made it clear at this point, if she hadn’t realised already, that she was on a date. I asked her if she’d ever dated an Irish man, she hadn’t. I asked if her if I was the oldest man she’d ever been on a date with, I was – Sasha had just turned 21.

She drank her wine quickly and puffed away on IQOS cigarettes as I puffed away on my vape. As we got to the end of our drinks, I suggested we go for a walk and find some real cigarettes. She liked this idea.

We started walking in the direction of my apartment stopping off to buy cigarettes on the way. We went to a bar opposite my apartment, it had a very studenty vibe about it, there were kids everywhere with laptops and it was brightly lit – not the best seduction venue. We had one quick drink at the bar before Sasha asked if we could go out for a cigarette.  After the cigarette she came into me for a hug, at this point I tilted her head up and kissed her. No resistance.

I suggested we go somewhere else as the student bar was terrible, she agreed. I walked us straight to my front door which was one block away. She was reluctant at first so I used the same line I use on every girl “Just come in for a little while, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable”.

Up she came, taking off her shoes on entry. I showed her around my swanky apartment and poured some wine. We sat in the kitchen chatting for about 20 minutes before I moved her to the bedroom. There was a study desk where I had put my laptop, I sat her on top of me on the chair and asked her to play some of her favourite Russian music on youtube. Sasha obliged and played some weird Russian hip hop asking me if I liked it…

“It’s truly awful, I can’t believe you’re making me listen to this” I find being honest with them usually works best.

“hahaha, come on, it’s good, you just need to broaden your horizons, old man!”

Sasha was bobbing her head along to the music and translating every other sentence. Unpredictably, the rap music was all about bitches and hoes.

After around 10 minutes of torture, Sasha turned on the chair and kissed me. Things got quite heated, so I picked her up and moved her to the bed.

“No sex, no sex, OK?”

“OK, no sex”

We rolled around on the bed but every time I tried to remove her clothing, she pushed me away. I rolled off and we drank more wine. Sasha asked if we could smoke out of my bedroom window, I wasn’t sure as I had only checked in around an hour before I met her.

“Fuck it, let’s do it” I declared.

I opened the huge bay windows and we hung out the window overlooking the city as dusk turned to night. As we finished the cigarettes someone on the balcony opposite started flashing a torch at us, which I assumed meant that we couldn’t smoke there. This was a perfect excuse to return to the bed.

The LMR carried on for around two hours, but eventually I got her almost naked, down to her underwear. I was on top of her on the bed, slid her underwear to the side and tried to slide in raw dog. She pushed my hips away and shouted.



“Preservative!” As she pointed at my penis…

“Oooooh, you mean a condom?”

I reached for a condom in the drawer, tore it open with my teeth and slid it on with my left hand whilst my right arm was still under her back…

“Wow, you’re a pro at this”

“ssssshh” I told Sasha.

As I slide it in, she said “We’re drunk, right?”

That was the first time I ever had a girl rationalising sex as I slid my dick in…

“Yes, we’re drunk” said an almost sober me.

The sex was wild, she kept repeating “We are drunk right? You are a bad boy! I never do this. I haven’t had sex in 6 months” as she bit my neck and scratched my back with her nails.

I let Sasha stay over, I enjoyed hanging out with her and she was very good in bed. We went at it four or five times that night and then again in the morning before she left in a cab. Not much sleep was had, and I was dead the next day.

So, what did I learn from this experience? Nothing new. But here are the key points for the beginners;

  1. Spot the switch. I knew it was on by the way she looked at me when I ordered her a glass of wine in the first bar. The vibe completely changed at this point, her guard dropped, and I knew all I had to do was be patient. I probably missed out on so many lays by not spotting this in my early days.
  2. As with all SDL’s – Lead, lead, lead!
  3. Thank the daygame Gods for putting them in your path.

Not Your Typical Lay Report


As mentioned on Moscow – Unfinished business, I got my first lay of the trip on the first night, always a good feeling. However, the most interesting part of this story is what happened a week later – I thought I was going to get a threesome, two actually, but it didn’t quite pan out that way…

Mr S, Mr Rasputin and I were finishing up our dinner at a restaurant on Kamergirsky which would become our regular breakfast venue for the rest of the trip. Mr Rasputin had just successfully persuaded Mr S to join us for a Russian Sauna experience [1] the next day. Out of the corner of my left eye I spotted a brunette in a black leather jacket, leather pants and a white, tight fitting top. She was pacing up and down whilst looking at her phone – girls are terrible at reading a map. I excused myself from the table and got up to introduce myself…

Excuuuuuse me, I was sitting over there and I thought you looked very pretty, but you clearly can’t read a map!

Nip a ne ma! Said the girl as she giggled uncontrollably.

I could see she was interested so I whooped out the google translate on my phone. If you don’t use this already, I highly recommend it – there’s a feature within the translate app called “conversation” with two microphone symbols above it. You press one button to speak in English and the other for Russian (or whatever language the girl speaks). You can maintain eye contact whilst speaking into the phone and it works 90% of the time, all the time. Much less clunky than typing into your phone.

We had a bit of back and forth for a few minutes before I asked what she was doing. Anastasia said that she was trying to find the nearest metro to go home. “Booooooring” said me.

I suggested a drink just up the road and she agreed. I went back to the lads and asked if they could pay my part of the bill and I’d sort them out later, of course they agreed.

Anastasia and I spoke nonsense over google translate as we made the 5-minute walk to a bar called Let’s Rock. I got the drinks in and we sat on a couch on the mezzanine level at the back of the bar. I don’t recall what we spoke about, it was all over google translate and I’d had a couple of drinks. I do remember that she was 24, was some sort of teacher and lived far out of the city centre. I kissed her not long into the first drink and paid the bill. Time to bounce home.

I bumped into Mr S as we were walking out of the bar, who was also with a girl…

Who’s this? Said Mr S.

Just some girl I met, who’s this? Said me.

Just some girl I met. Do ye wanna all get a drink together?

Ok, why not.

Mr S’s girl spoke perfect English whereas mine spoke zero. The two girls chatted quite a bit in Russian whilst Mr S and I discussed the logistics of how we would bounce.

Can I bounce mine first? I don’t think she’d like it if you’re spanking your one silly when we walk in. Pleaded Mr S.

OK, fair enough. Said me, reluctantly.

As we finished our drinks my girl told me that Mr S was very handsome and that he reminded her of Ryan Gosling.

Ah fuck Thought me.

I really don’t see it, but yes, he is handsome. I conceded.

We all enjoyed each other’s company for a while and the girls got a bystander to take pictures of the four of us together. Soon after this the other two excused themselves and I waited around 30mins before bouncing mine back and banging her. She had a great little body, a peachy ass with a small waist and nice breasts. I let her stay the night and she let herself out in the morning, with some encouragement from me.

We kept in touch throughout the week, but Anastasia kept telling me that she was sick in hospital but was still keen to see me again before I left. It turned out that she wasn’t lying. Fast forward to the following Saturday, Mr S’s last night in Russia and I got a message from her when I was on a date to nowhere with another girl.

What are you doing tonight? I am with a girlfriend; do you want to meet? Said her.

Is she offering up a threesome?! Thought me.

I should be free in an hour, what did you have in mind? Said me

You could meet with me and my friend. Said Anastasia

Yes, YES, this is IT. Thought me, threesome for sure!

Ok, Is your friend as pretty as you? Said me.

I think prettier.

OK, let’s meet in an hour. Said me, trying not to come across too keen.

Great, can you bring your friend? Said her.

BALLS, I instantly knew where this was going.

Which friend?

She sent through the picture of the four of us together with the caption “Ryan Gosling”.

FUCK! There goes the threesome. Thought me.

Mr S already had a date lined up with a girl he picked up from a secret location, which only he knows about and therefore which only he can enter which contains 9’s and 10’s ONLY – so he wasn’t that keen to come along. But his girl was taking long to get ready, so he agreed to come see what Anastasia’s friend looked like before deciding.

We made our way to the bar and the girls were already there waiting for us. Anastasia’s friend was indeed very pretty. She had a slightly Asian face but had a fantastic body – curves in all the right places and a few tattoos. It was obvious from the outset that she REALLY fancied Mr S before he even opened his mouth.

We all sat down for a drink together, Mr S beside Anastasias friend (let’s call her Dasha) and me beside Anastasia. Dasha spoke perfect English and we all got along fine. Mr S now had a real dilemma on his hands, ditch Dasha, a sure-fire notch, or go after another girl he thought could be a 9. We got a second round of drinks in and as soon as Mr S put the drinks on the table he left without even saying goodbye. He obviously chose the latter option.

I knew exactly where he’d gone, but I tried to carry on as if nothing had happened and attempted to manoeuvre the girls back onto threesome drive. It wasn’t happening. After around 5 minutes Dasha realised something was amiss “Where’s Mr S?” she asked.

“He mentioned something about having to meet another friend and left” I said.

“OH” Said Dasha as her face dropped.

“Stay a little longer, it’ll be fun” I pleaded.

“No, I really have to get up for work in the morning”

She said something in Russian to Anastasia and they both got up and left me with a table full of drinks. FUCK.

Soon after this I pinged Mr White who was also in town to see if he wanted to help me finish the drinks. He obliged. We sat there and supped away on vodka orange as we caught up on the day’s events.

Come on, let’s go inside and do some two-sets. Said me

Alright then, you mad cunt. Said Mr White in his usual encouraging way.

We walked inside and I saw a cute little two-set waiting for the toilet. One had long brown hair in a ponytail which went down past her ass and the other had blue eyes and black hair in a bob. Neither spoke a word of English.

Mr White rolled his eyes as if to say fuck this.

Don’t you worry Mr White, I got this. As I pulled out Google translate.

I opened the girl in the ponytail as her and her friend both stared up at me (they were both about 5’2”). They clearly liked me, I told them we should get a drink when they were finished in the bathroom and they agreed. I got the drinks and all four of us sat up on the same mezzanine level where I took Anastasia the previous week.

It turned out the girls would have to go home soon to get the last metro. I sat beside pony-tail girl, and Mr White sat beside the other one. Mr White and I were able to have full conversations in English right in front of them as we discussed logistics….

Come on Mr White, I think this is on, lets bounce em’ back to my place, it’s just up the road.

Mate, I really can’t be arsed, mine is a 6! I’d rather go home.

She’s a 7 at least! Come on, she’s cute.

Mate she’s a SIX

At this point Mr White’s girl interjected our conversation…

No sex!

Her English translation skills were clearly not up to scratch.

Come on Mr White, just come for a little while, this could be an easy notch for you. Mr White still hadn’t gotten laid by this point in the trip, so I used this against him for my own benefit.

We left the bar and the girls had agreed to come back with us. As we were walking, I remembered that I had no bounce back booze at the flat and all the off-licences were shut. I found a restaurant along the way and asked the waiter how much he would charge me for a bottle of wine. He wasn’t keen on selling it but then he finally offered me one for 3,200 rubles (not cheap). As is usual when I’m a bit tipsy, I stop caring about money and happily handed over my hard earned rubles and we were on our way.

The girls happily made themselves at home as we entered the flat at what must have been around midnight. We all had a glass of wine together before Mr White isolated his girl on the balcony and I got mine alone on the couch. I tried to kiss her, but she kept pulling away. I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom where I managed to get a small kiss on the lips. She pushed me off and said “Not now” on google translate.

After a couple of hours of neither of us getting anywhere, Mr White threw in the towel and left me alone with the two girls at around 2am.

“Second chance of a threesome” thought an ever optimistic me.

I sat the girls down either side of me on the couch, trying to spike things up by asking them if they’d ever kissed each other. They were having none of it. I tried to kiss both of them at separate points but got nowhere.

It was now pushing 3am when I got a message from Mr S “I’m bouncing will be home in 2mins”. FUCK.

I quickly grabbed both girls by the hand and pulled them towards my bedroom, but it was too late, Mr S opened the front door as we were running past it and his girl spotted my girls.

“Hey! Who are you?!” She screamed.

The three girls immediately started talking in Russian whilst Mr S and I looked at each other as if to say “What are we going to do now?!”

Mr S went straight to bed expecting that his girl would join him. But she didn’t. She stayed up chatting to me and the two other girls. They wanted to have a party. Pony-tail girl asked if she could order pizza and more wine. I said sure and she ordered it on her phone. It turned up 30 minutes or so later. I assumed that she had already paid for it, but no, she turned to me and said “It costs 4,000 rubles”… “WHAT?!” said angry me, before handing over more of my hard earned rubles.

It was now pushing 4am and I was getting tired and grumpy. I tried to get my girls to come to bed with me and Mr S’s girl to go to his room, but they were determined to stay up and party. Soon after this, blue eyes asked me if she could go to sleep in my bed and I told her yes, of course, thinking that this meant I was going to bang her. I tried one more time to get ponytail to come to bed but she stayed up listening to music with Mr S’s girl.

I stripped off and got into bed with blue eyes who was still fully clothed and sleeping already. I rubbed her leg before trying to kiss her and she muttered a load of Russian at me before turning her back to me. It wasn’t on.

I lay there in bed and the girls were still playing the music loudly at 5am in the lounge. I heard Mr S get up a few times to tell them to turn it down, we had to be up at 10am to check out at 11am. They didn’t turn the music down. At around 5.30 am I got up and went into Mr S’s room…

“Do you mind if I kick these bitches out? It’ll probably end things with your one”

“Do it, she’s dead to me”

I stormed into the lounge in my boxer shorts, pointed at the front door and shouted…

“GET THE FUCK OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT, NOW!!” I was genuinely angry, tiredness combined with two failed threesome attempts will do this to a man.

They both stared at me in shock, ponytail obviously had no idea what I’d said, but the other one did and translated on my behalf.

“Are you serious?!” She pleaded.

“Yes, LEAVE, NOW”. Said serious me.

They quickly gathered their shit and all three girls shuffled out the door at around 6am allowing Mr S and I to get our heads down for a few hours kip. What a cluster fuck.

So, what did I learn from that experience?

  1. I’m terrible at threesomes
  2. Provider game does not work

[1] It was a lot of fun, but the less said about it, the better

Moscow – Unfinished Business

person-people-girl-photography-photo-female-1177679-pxhere.comI’m currently sat in my Airbnb in Saint Petersburg [1] reflecting on the madness of my recent trip to Moscow. As is usual on these trips, I’m pretty sure I shaved at least a year off my life expectancy in the pursuit of yet more notches. But I had a bloody good time doing so…

I swore to myself that I’d never go back to Moscow again after spending a miserable month there in June 2017. Since then, when someone so much as mentioned the city in conversation it would get my back up and I’d go on the defensive telling them how much better Saint Petersburg or Belgrade were. But this most recent trip has changed my perception massively.

I’m still not sure how I agreed to go back there, maybe my ego couldn’t handle the relative failure [2] of the last trip and had unfinished business. But when Mr S [3] told me that he was going and that I was welcome to join him, initially I said no, I fully intended to go back to Saint Petersburg for my last jaunt of the season. Then one morning when I was travelling to work, I had an Ah fuckit moment of spontaneity. I went on skyscanner on my phone to check the flights, I messaged Mr S to see if the same dates suited him and booked it. I was going back to settle the score.

We arrived early on a Friday evening, checked in, got showered and hit the streets. It was a warm evening, low to mid-twenties and the sexual energy on the streets was palpable; girls were walking around in high heels, mini-skirts and low-cut tops. I recall saying to Mr S – “OK, I’ve already seen more talent in this first 20 minutes compared to a full month here last time” as we walked down a bustling Kamergirsky street. I opened my first set and she loved it. I took her number and banged her a few days later [4]. I did a couple more sets before we sat down for dinner. Mr Rasputin was also in town, so he joined us. The mood upbeat as we dined on steak and red wine and Mr S regaled us with his latest theories on game “THE TING WIT ALL YOU DAYGAME LOSERS IS….”. This set the tone for the rest of the trip. At the end of the meal I saw a very pretty girl walking past the restaurant dressed all in black leather – I got up from the table, idated her and banged her that very same night [5].

Sets Number FB/Insta Flake idate D1 D2 D3 Near Miss SDL Lays
Approach to lay count.. 1 in…
Approach to number/Insta close… 1 in …
20 45.00% 25.00% 21.43% 20.00% 25.00% 5.00% 5.00% 5.00% 5.00% 10.00%
2.50 9 5 3 4 5 1 1 1 1 2 10.00 1.43

As you can see from the above, I did hardly any sets, some daygamers I know do in 1 day what I did 8. I did a total of 20 sets, 2.5 a day, closing 14 out of the 20. Only 3 of them didn’t respond to the feeler. Some of them are still active leads [6]. I dated 8 of the girls, one of them I took on 3 dates and had a near miss with before giving up the ghost and I banged two of them. So, in terms of ratios, this was probably [7] my best performance on a jaunt, ever.

So why the stark contrast to my first trip to Moscow where I couldn’t get a girl out for love nor money? I’ll attempt some answers;

  1. My game has probably improved, the previous trip was over two years ago. Although I don’t feel like I’m doing much different, the extra experience must surely be a factor. Mr S and I had many conversations about having the killer instinct, the x-factor, the relentlessness, whatever you want to call it, to push through and be willing to lose leads in the process. We both have it in abundance. The girl needs to know what you’re after early on and they should see it in your eyes, especially if they don’t speak a word of English.
  2. I’m in slightly better shape. I joke with my friends that I’m jacked and tanned these days, I’m not. But I am in better shape, despite all the booze and cigarettes.
  3. My look has changed gradually – out with the gawdy skull rings and rock t-shirts, in with a cleaner look with plain clothing and minimal accessories.
  4. The weather was perfect. Averaging 20 degrees every day and I don’t think it rained once.
  5. My logistics were better. I was staying a 5-minute walk away from the centre and had plenty of good venues around for dates. I was staying much further out on my previous trip.

You might wonder why I did so few sets. I just didn’t have the desire, need, nor ability to; getting laid on the first day satiated my notch hyena. Most sets after that seemed to go well and so my phone always had action on it meaning that I had dates lined up almost every day I was there. Add to this the many late nights and lack of sleep and my desire to pound the streets was severely restricted.  On the second day I woke up to find that my fourth toe was red and swollen – I thought I had gout, I also had pins and needles down the right side of my body for most of the week. I consulted Doctor Xants over whatsapp to see if he ever suffered from a similar condition, he hadn’t. Then an hour or so later he came back to me after having consulted Doctor Google – “Mate, sounds like you’ve got diabetes, you should probably get that checked”. I considered the Doctors’ sage advice for about 10 minutes before deciding “Nah, I’ll be grand” and proceeded along my path of debauchery.

So, should you all book flights to Moscow straight away? No. Mr S banged four girls in just over a week, I banged two. But I also have wings there who aren’t getting a sniff. Just because some guys are getting laid, doesn’t mean that you will. I’m not saying this to try and do my bit to prevent it from getting burnt, I think it’s too big for that. Your game needs to be tight, feel free to go and try for yourself but be warned that you may come home with your tail between your legs, as I did two years ago.



[1] I’ve come to see a couple of girls on my marriage list, one of which is already off it.

[2] I still got laid twice, but I was expecting much better

[3] He did ridiculously well, 4 lays in 8 nights as well as a near miss. The King is dead, all hail the King!

[4] I’ll do a lay report when I can be bothered.

[5] I’ll do a lay report when I can be bothered.

[6] I’m going back for a few days before returning to London.

[7] I banged 4 in a 8 night trip to Belgrade in 2017, but the ratios weren’t as good.

Lay Report: Another Satisfied Customer

Blacker than this.

This report is one from a back log (only 1 left after this) of lays that I never got around to writing up, however, this does not detract from the story. I broke almost every rule in the London Daygame Model – but it worked…

Sunday 9 June 2019

It was a lazy, sunny Sunday afternoon. I was hungover, as is usual for a Sunday, and rolled out of bed at around 1pm. I text Mr S. to see if he fancied going for a late breakfast, he was already at a local café with Xants so I quickly got ready and went along to join them.

Upon my arrival Xants greeted me – “You look like a homeless person! Is this why you were eating noodles from the floor last night?! Are you homeless now?!” [1]

Mr. S was laughing along “Yeah, Roy, you look like shit and you fuckin’ stink of booze!”

“Chicks can’t resist the smell of stale booze and cigarettes in the mornin’ – just watch me get a same day lay today” said me, even though it wasn’t morning.

After breakfast I decided to go solo. I put my headphones in, selected my “Walk like a badass” playlist from Spotify in an effort to inject some vibe into my alcohol infused veins and took a walk towards “down bottom” [2].

I opened two girls as I walked down Oxford street and I got blown out twice. “Shit, maybe I really do look like a homeless person!” I thought to myself. Undeterred, I carried on, the next one would be good. I got to glasshouse street and decided to take a little break and lean against the wall to fish for a bit. I puffed away on my vape and as I exhaled I could a see a very nice bum passing by at speed on the other side of my cloud of vapour. I didn’t see the face, but I studied her figure as she raced away from me – she was a black girl with short curly hair, she was slim but was wearing tight leggings which showed off her excellent hip to waist ratio, she was wearing a tight black leather jacket with a skull on the back of it. Everything about her screamed BAD SET – she was walking fast, there was no IOI, I hadn’t seen her face. But the spider sense tingled, and it rarely lets me down. “She’s horny, OPEN” I told myself.

I literally ran after her as she was making a beeline for Wholefoods. I could see I wasn’t going to catch her in time for a front stop so when I was about 10-15ft behind her I yelled…

“HEY, YOU THERE, BLACK SKULL JACKET!!” – She slowed down, I carried on…

“Yes, you, STOP a second!”… she was rooted to the spot and turned to face me, she was looking at me and then looking at the floor as if I was about to tell her she dropped something. I closed the distance on her whilst breathing heavily…

“Thanks, excuse me, I’m a bit out of breath…”

“Wats goin’ on ere?!” said the black girl in a proper London accent, the kind you would hear on an episode of East Enders.

“I saw you racing past me back there and… I thought you looked hot, you have a strange look about you… the rock n roll jacket and the gym lycras, a strange combo, but it works”

“OH Wow, fank yoouu”

“Why were you running down the street?!”

“Oh, that’s just how I walk, keeps me slim”

“It seems to be working”

Shirly cut me off as I attempted enter the “vibing” phase.

“I’m in a bit of an’ urry, you mind walking wif me whilst I get my shopping”

“Uhhhhm, OK” said me.

From here we went on a mini shopping trip to both Wholefoods and Boots by picadilly. All the while I made a conscious effort to look her up and down whilst she satisfied her consumerist urges … I told her that I wasn’t her personal shopping assistant, but I would offer my opinion on her potential purchases as long as we went for a drink afterwards, she agreed.

Around 30 minutes later I walked us to the Glassblower at the top of glasshouse street. We got the little table in the corner by the entrance and I was back in familiar territory. I found out that Shirly was 28, from North London, was a teacher and had a degree in psychology from Cambridge University. She was well read and quoted lots of literature at me and was also heavily into her gym which explained her athletic figure. This was not a typical London black girl and she knew it.

After the drink I suggested another one at a bar closer to mine. She agreed on the proviso that we go to Primark first – she had to buy a gift for her niece. I told her to do that another time, but she insisted. I reluctantly agreed. 20 minutes or so later I started walking us in the direction of my apartment, Shirly was carrying 3 big bags of shopping from Wholefoods, Boots and now Primark.

We stopped off at the Phoenix bar just behind Oxford circus and got another drink in. We sat beside each other on a bench and I started escalating. She was accepting all touch but would not let me kiss her. It was now around 7 or 8pm so I suggested we walk to Marylebone (where I lived at the time) but she wasn’t having it and started talking about getting food. In hindsight, I should have ended the date here but as I was insisting on doing everything wrong on this date, I decided to take her to meat liquor for burgers. After the meal I made once more attempt to bounce her back, but she lived quite far away and hot a lot of shopping back to get home, so insisted on leaving at 10pm.

We text back and forth for the next couple of weeks, but we were both always busy. Then randomly she was in my area a few weeks later…

27 June 2019

I was lay on my bed at around 10pm on a Thursday night attempting to read a book when my phone vibrated on my bedside lock next to me. It was Shirly – “I’m at Marylebone station, you around?”

I got ready and met her at the station at 10:30pm. Shirly showed up in heels and an orange figure hugging dress, she looked much hotter than when I met her the first time around. I took her for a drink at the bar next to my apartment and we cuddled up beside each other on the couch. I finally kissed her this time. It got to 11pm and the bar was closing so we had to leave, this was the perfect excuse to bounce her back to mine.

As we walked to my front door (it’s a 3 min walk away) I told her that I lived in the area – “NO FUCKING WAY! You live here?!”

“Yeah, I told you I live in this area”

“Yeah, but I didn’t realise you meant bang in the centa!”


“Look, I’m not going home with you, I need to leave for the last train soon”

“Oh OK”

“I am quite hungry though; is anything open around here?”

“No restaurants, except the two Indian places over there” – There are two Indian restaurants on my street corner.

I took her straight to the Indian knowing that by the time we finished eating she would have missed her last train home. I ordered the smallest thing possible on the menu and she ordered some rice-based dish which she ate about a quarter of. I had a pint and she a half pint.

Shirly paid the bill this time as I got the burgers the last. Shortly after this I took her home and fucked the shit out of her, the sex was amazing and she had a fantastic body – with larger breasts than expected (she never wears a bra), a tiny waist with a big butt and a very wet vagina. I let her stay over as I wasn’t working the next day (I was off on a Euro Jaunt). She let herself out the next and I fully intended on keeping her around as a regular – she was not only good in bed, but also good at chat.

However, I made a mess of the texting, there is no text game manuals around on how to handle girls AFTER you’ve banged em’. I messed it up because every time she wanted to see me, I had another date lined up or at least potential dates with new girls. I never wanted to commit to spending an evening with her in case one of my new leads came through. Then one day (it was gay pride in London) I was joking around with her over text, she didn’t take it well and things ended quite spectacularly…

That escalated quickly.


[1] At the end of the previous evening I bought a box of noodles from Wok to Wok. As I went to have my first bite, I intelligently dropped the full box on the ground and all the noodles fell out. I scooped them straight back into the box utilising the three second rule and carried on eating them.

[2] Down bottom is the term my wings use to refer to Piccadilly, Leicester Square, Covent garden and Trafalgar square. Up top is Regent Street/Oxford street – we tend to avoid this area when it’s too busy and/or infested with other daygamers spamming it up.

Lay Report: Another Colombian

The ass wasn’t quite this big.

This lay was quite uneventful up until the part where I drunkenly smashed through her LMR with a big push, not a recommended strategy, but it’s probably better than proposing…

Saturday 20 July 2019

It was around 5pm on a sunny afternoon and I was making my way down towards Soho to meet the lads for a few beers. As I was crossing oxford street to go into Soho, I saw a short sweaty latino looking girl in full black lycra. She had thick legs with big hips, a small waist and a toned bronze torso, her fantastic body was let down slightly by her moon shaped face, but it was still worth opening – Suzi was a still a 7.

I got in front and it turned out that she was a Colombian from Cali. She had just been to the gym and I complimented her dedication, getting all hot and sweaty indoors when it was so nice outside. I don’t recall much of the conversation, but I do remember the vibe, she was lapping it up. Suzi remarked a couple of times “I bet you do this with all the girls” – but it wasn’t a shit test, she seemed to be enjoying getting chatted up properly. I invited her out another time as I finished the set, but Suzi was going back to Colombia for three weeks for a family wedding. I took her number and put it in my cavernous vault of very good set/very low probability of banging leads.

I pinged her every few days as the weeks passed and she added me on Instagram – I’m pretty sure she wanted me to perv at her daily uploads of holiday bikini pictures. Of course, I did just that, but I didn’t tell her so or like any of her pictures. A couple of days before she was due back, I challenged her to a competition – whoever had the least sun tan would buy the first round of drinks. She accepted and I knew I was going to lose but it would be a loss I’d gladly endure to win the war. We set it up for Saturday past.

Saturday 17 August 2019

I’d spent most of the day wandering the streets with Mr S. It was one of those days that should have been great for daygame but just wasn’t. In three hours, I didn’t see one girl I wanted to open, sometimes the quality is just not there. At around 5pm we threw in the towel and went to a pub to watch the football and get some food. My date with Suzi was confirmed for 8pm and we would meet at Tottenham Court Road.

I turned up 5 minutes late and a little bit tipsy from the three pints I had at the football… She noticed straight away…

“Had a few drinks, have we?!”

“Ah just one with the football” I lied.

Suzi was not impressed but I didn’t apologise and proceeded to walk her to a bar beside my apartment. We got through the comfort fluff over the first drink – she told me all about her holiday, I found out she was 28 and most importantly, she was looking for a boyfriend. We moved to the same cocktail bar opposite my place (as mentioned here) for the second round and I sat beside her on a couch. I got social proof again from the Joe the bar man as he poured us two if his cocktails of the month whilst asking who the lovely lady was. It was now pushing 10pm and Suzi didn’t seem in a hurry to go anywhere. We had another round of cocktails before I bounced her back to the apartment for what I was sure was going to be an easy lay.

I took her to the rooftop for a quick glass of wine and then back down to the bedroom. There was lots of kissing but every time I tried to remove her clothing she would slap my hand away and say things like “NO, I don’t do this on a first date!”… “I want a boyfriend, not just a one night stand”… bla bla.

I grew more and more frustrated as it got later and later. At around 1am I ran out of patience…

“Look, if you don’t want to have sex, just leave!”

“Really?! You are only after sex? Why didn’t you say so?” said Suzi.

“Huh, I thought it was pretty obvious” said me, it was.

“I guess you’re just not the relationship typa guy” she was talking herself into it.

“Not at the moment, no”

We kissed, the clothes came off and I took great pleasure in spanking her big Columbian ass. I didn’t realise it at the time, but we were VERY noisy. I had the music up full blast and Suzi was not a quiet girl. Mr S told me the next day that he had the worst nights sleep and that the neighbours were banging on the door at 2am. I was oblivious to all of this. I apologised to Mr S, but he was having none of it “No apology necessary – revenge will be sweet”. The joys of sharing a flat with another player are endless.





Lay Report: Marriage Game

Similar except my girl was whiter, had bigger hips and a smaller waist. So, hotter than this.

A few weeks back Xants asked me if I fancied accompanying him for a long weekend in Belgrade, he had a hot long lead [1] he wished to pursue. I didn’t have much in the way of hot leads there myself, but I did have quite a few lukewarm ones, and, I do really like Belgrade. I carefully considered the pro’s and con’s of my good friends proposition for all of three seconds before confirming my attendance, I’m a nice guy, after all.

A week or so before the trip I started pinging said lukewarm leads and got radio silence from all but two. One was a hot little 17-year-old that I Instagram closed a month previous but never got out. The other was a cute little 22-year-old I’d been on FIVE dates with over a year ago but never got further than kissing, she wanted a boyfriend. I’d kept tabs on her over Instagram, since I left last year it looked like she’d gotten a serious boyfriend as she was kissing some chode in almost every picture. Then a couple of months ago the boyfriend did a Houdini and disappeared from all her stories and pictures. One evening she posted a picture of herself in a tight little black skirt, she looked fucking hot. So naturally, I sent her a drunken creative message “let’s get married”. A week later she replied “Where, when?” We got into a text exchange and I informed her of my impending return to Belgrade, we agreed to meet to discuss our marriage plans. So, I had one very weak lead whom I’d not even dated and one strong one, provided I married her…

How to get a girl to marry you.

Xants and I set off for Luton airport at around 04:30 on the Thursday morning and arrived at our usual apartment just behind Knez at around 1pm. Our place was still being cleaned so we took ourselves for a bit of brunch and fishing by Republic Square as we basked in the plus 30-degree heat.

I pinged the 17-year-old and she responded instantly, her face is obviously permanently glued to her phone as with most of the kids today, asking if we could meet at 2pm instead of that evening. There was a lot of back and forth over text, mainly due to her being a dappy 17-year-old. The upshot was that I wouldn’t get her out that day [2] – she’d had an argument with her parents because they bought her 13yr old sister a better phone than her and was consequently grounded. The 22-year-old was straight forward, mainly due to her not being dappy and/or 17, so I set up a date with her for the following evening, Friday.

This was my first time in Belgrade in August, and it will probably be the last – the heat was unbearable, and I was sweating profusely. There weren’t that many sets about, they were either hiding from the heat or away on holidays, most of the girls that were walking the streets were jailbait. So, on the Friday afternoon Xants and I parked ourselves at our favourite drinking establishment on Knez and proceeded to get tipsy. Eventually, the right honourable Nick Krauser joined us to regale us with tales of his latest adventures in Warsaw. He’d spoken at the 21 convention and done a few resi’s. After that we went for dinner at our favourite restaurant where a delicious steak and a few gallons of wine costs about 50p – we ate like kings.

As we polished off the last of the wine it was already 9pm and I was supposed to meet Vicky (the 22-year-old), she pinged asking where I was and I sent her my location on google maps telling her to meet me at the restaurant whilst I waited to pay the bill. A few minutes later Xants spotted a short brunette with a tidy little frame in blue hot pants and a tight white vest top that showed off her flat stomach walking quickly past our table. I could see he was about to get up and make chase…

“VICKY!!” I shouted over at her… Xants sat back down in his chair upon realising he was about to open my girl.

Vicky joined us at the table, I pulled her up a chair beside me and introduced her to the lads. Nick tried to make small talk with her as we waited for the bill, but I could see his Geordie accent had her thoroughly bamboozled, so I kindly translated…


“Oh, yes, hahahaha, at the football” Said Vicky.

“aye” said Nick.

Luckily, we were saved by the bill moments later. I paid up and dragged Vicky off to the Irish pub which was right beside my apartment. My plan was to have one drink, catch up on what had happened in her life and take it from there. We quickly got through the comfort fluff over the first drink; she’d changed jobs and was finished her degree. Now she was working as an au pair for special needs kids. Then she started telling me that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend. I ordered another round of drinks.

It turned out that he was an asshole and her boyfriend before that was also an asshole, she was done with Serbian men. Vicky went on to explain that when I’d met her last year she had just broken up with her boyfriend and she wasn’t ready for anyone else.

“Hang on, haven’t you just broken up with another one?”

“Yes, but that was a few months ago” explained Vicky

“Aaaah, so you’re over him now?”


I quickly finished both our G&T’s…

“It’s hot and sticky out here, let’s go upstairs to my cool air-conditioned apartment!”


I took her upstairs, put some music on, poured the wine and within minutes she was naked on my couch. I picked all 48 kilograms of her up and carried her to the bedroom to finish the job, no LMR this year. The sex was amazing, Vicky had one of the best booties I’ve ever had the pleasure of spanking until it was red raw. She was an 8 [3]. Vicky left soon after this as she had to be up early for work the next day. All of this without mention of our supposed marriage, however I wasn’t entirely joking about this.

We met the next evening and went for a drink. She asked me if I was serious about the marriage message. I explained to her that I was drunk when I sent it, but that didn’t mean I was joking.

“You do tick all the boxes; you’re young, you’re hot, you’re fun to be around and you would make a great mother” said me, all true.

“Thanks! There’s nothing I want more than to be a good mother. I think you would be the best dad”

We discussed the logistics of how it could work and agreed to keep in touch for another year or so. Vicky has a place near the top of my marriage list [4] and I told her so, she seemed happy about this and started asking about the other girls on it, I told her not to worry about that. After this we went back to the flat for round two and the sex was even better.

Later that evening I met Nick at a dodgy dive bar for a last beer before my flight the next morning. I told him all about my little list and how I didn’t want to daygame forever [5], but my biggest fear of settling down with just one girl was avoiding the temptation of chasing new skirt. Nick doesn’t chase the skirt as much these days and seems fairly content not doing so. Jimmy Jambone is another who seems to be in a happy relationship. Nick explained that it didn’t happen to him overnight, it was a gradual enthusiasm drip from 2015 onwards…

“You’ll get to a point when you’re just not arsed anymore, it might be before you hit your target [6], or it might come after. But it’s happened to me and it’s happened to Jimmy. You’ll know when you know and you will be able to sit around a table with other players who’ve left their mark on the community and say ‘yeah, I deserve to be at this table’”

“I hope you’re right” I said sceptically before guzzling down the last of my cheap Serbian lager.

So, there you have it kids, next time a girl is giving you the dreaded LMR, just tell em’ you’ll marry em’! It works 60% of the time, all the time.



[1] She stopped messaging him a couple of days before the trip and ghosted. It’s happened to me.

[2] I got her out a couple of days later, but it was only for an hour before she went off to meet friends. Back in the lukewarm long lead box she goes.

[3] Xants told me this the next day without me even asking what he thought.

[4] There are now 5, maybe 6 girls on this list. I still fully intend to hang the gloves up at then end of next year.

[5] This is not society telling me to do so, I want at least one little Roy.

[6] 100 daygame notches. I’m already over 100 including pre-game and bar game lays.

Lay Report: A straggler from the street

You look French

A couple of weeks ago I was out drinking with the lads and Jimmy Jambone was there. We got to talking about my game, he was saying all sorts of nice things and told me he wanted to see me in set. I offered him to wing me one weekend and we set it up for yesterday.

We met up at Tottenham Court Road at 1pm. It was a lovely afternoon, low to mid-twenties but slightly overcast, not too hot, not cold at all, perfect daygame weather. Jimmy was in good spirits as we walked around. I didn’t do my first set for a good hour, there just wasn’t much about. But then as we walked along Oxford street the action started. There was an Antifa protest up towards Selfridges, tear gas was in the air and I didn’t care.

Charity chugger kids were patrolling the streets with flyers about stopping knife crime in London. As I was in set, Jimmy had an open and honest conversation with one of them. “What’s your solution?” Jimmy asked the kid. “Well, we’ll organise 5-a-side football for the kids in the suburbs”. “No, no, no. That’s not going to work!” said Jimmy. “It all starts at home, with the family. Kids need a father figure, pheromones. Ya know?” Jimmy told me that he saw the penny drop in this little kids eyeballs and he thanked Jimmy for his wise words. As Jimmy went about solving the knife crime epidemic, I was committing worse crimes in set. I’d open and nothing was flowing. “You don’t look English… I’d guess Eastern European… not Russian though” I found myself saying over and over again as I burned set after set.

I’d bored 6 girls to death before we sat down for a coffee in the Seven Dials Café Nero. Xants joined us at this point and lifted the mood with his business jokes. We walked around in a three, but it wasn’t awkward as Jimmy was an innocent bystander to our atrocious game. My 9th set was a cute little Blonde Polish girl, I took her number but she would later tell me over text that she actually had a boyfriend. My 10th was a hot little Italian who would only give me her Instagram and flaked. At around 5.30 I’d had enough. “Fuck this, I’ve had enough, let’s go for a pint!” I begged the lads.

With the towel thrown in and my tail tucked firmly between my legs, we supped on pints in Soho and talked about the good old days, when game was fun. We moved to the Shakespeares head on Carnaby street to drink and fish. All the big name players joined us at one point or another, Richard from Street attraction, Thomas Crown, Mr Rasputin, Mr White… and Xants’ wrestling mate, TJ. It was a right little rat pack, but I couldn’t relax. I broke off from the group and went for a walk on my own. I opened a cute blonde English girl and took her for a drink around the corner from the lads. We had a good chat, but she’s also flaked. At around 11pm the lads were hungry so they descended on five guys in Argyll street. I waited outside as I wasn’t hungry. After 10 minutes or so I decided that I was tired and started walking home.

As I walked down Oxford street, I saw a hot little brunette in heels and a short orange skirt with an amazing hour glass figure, a high 7, possibly even an 8. “There it IS, MY SET OF GLORY!” I told myself as I ran after her. Bella was French, from Paris and had been out for a few drinks. She was about to jump on the tube to go home. “Booooooring!” Protested me. “Let’s go for a night cap”. “But where, everywhere seems to be closed in London”. “I know a place just up the road, come on, it’ll be fun”. “OK!”

I walked Bella in the direction of my apartment. There’s a cocktail bar just opposite where I’ve gotten quite friendly with Joe, the owner, as I’ve taken several girls on dates there. As I walked into to the bar he hollered “ROOOOOOY, Welcome back! Who’s the lovely lady?!” said Joe as he poured three tequilas for us all.

“Alright mate, ah just some straggler I picked up off the street”. Bella punched me in the arm at this point. We had one drink before I offered her to come to mine for a drink on the rooftop. Bella said “Only if you have Rose wine”. Luckily Mr S had left the remains of one bottle of Rose in the fridge. I poured the wine and took Bella up to the rooftop. I went for the kiss and she was all over me, her hands went straight for my dick. I unzipped, turned her round, lifted her skirt, pulled her underwear to the side and banged her doggy raw dog over the edge of the roof. She screamed with pleasure, so much so that I had to maim her with my hand so as not to wake the neighbours. As we continued I was growing concerned that someone might catch us, so I took her back down to my flat and finished the job.

Bella was great in the sack and I took great joy in cuming all over her big fake titties. I offered her to stay over but she insisted on getting an uber shortly afterwards. I collapsed on the bed. What a day.








Lay Report: My First Argentinian

She doesn’t look anything like this girl. But the flag is correct.

I’m having a weekend off from daygame, so hopefully I can get through the backlog of lay reports. Only two to go after this one!..

The last Thursday of June was my final evening in my Marylebone apartment. I had no dates lined up for the evening, so I decided to go out and hunt for one last notch [1]. I got home from work, took a shower and got my daygame threads on before taking a stroll down Marylebone high street in the direction of Oxford street. As I got to the bottom of the street, I saw a short little brunette walking towards me with ridiculously big pointy sunglasses on her face. She stopped on the corner of the street to look at her phone, then up at the street signs, then rotated on the spot whilst looking back at her phone. She was clearly trying to find something.

As I got closer, I examined her form in more detail. She had big hips and a small waist, her legs were thick, not fat, she had a flat stomach and a very cute face. She had a rocker look about her with a black leather jacket, a t-shirt of some band and black leggings. She was a solid 7 and definitely worth having a chat…

“Excuuuuuse me, I can see that you’re clearly lost, but I had to say… you look really cute, like a cross between Olivia Newton-John and… Elton John” I was quite proud of my creativity.

“Bahahahaha, who are they?” said Elena – what a waste.

“Never mind, so what are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for a boxing gym!”

Turned out that Elena was from Argentina (NEW FLAG), had arrived in London a month ago and was now looking to join a boxing gym. She was 24, had dropped out of her mechanical engineering degree in her final year as it was too difficult and had chosen London as a temporary base whilst she improved her English before becoming an air hostess. I told her some stuff about me before going for the number, she would only give me her Instagram as she said she didn’t have whatsapp.

The texting was straight forward and after some back and forth we agreed to meet the following Wednesday…

We arrnaged to meet at 7.30pm at Tottenham Court Road station. I had just moved apartments the previous Friday and this would be my first proper date [2] since moving. As it turned out, my flat mate had a date lined up at the same meeting point and time. We both stood there waiting for our girls, Mr. S was telling me how he couldn’t remember what his looked like, it was dark when he opened her – I laughed at him and reasoned “Surely she must have been hot if you opened her”… “I fuckin’ hope so, I tink a might just bin her off after one drink if she’s mingin’” – Sound logic.

His arrived first and he was relieved to see that she was indeed pretty. Mine arrived shortly afterwards looking nice and slutty – she wore black heeled boots, torn black tights, a short black leather skirt, a tight white t-shirt and the same black leather jacket. She’d put a bit more make-up on and had done her hair – she looked very bangable indeed.

I walked us towards Fitzrovia to find that all the bars were packed full of office folk having post work pints in the glorious London sunshine. Eventually we found a pub quite close to my apartment with a table outside. I told Elena to grab the table whilst I got the drinks in. We ploughed through the comfort fluff as we sipped on our beers and puffed on cigarettes. Elena was very bubbly, giggling at almost everything I said. I enjoyed laughing at her when she spoke broken English and she would thank me for correcting her. She opened up on her hopes and dreams, telling me that she regretted dropping out of university and how she wished she had some proper qualifications. Her bar job didn’t pay well, and she was struggling to get a job as an air hostess… I empathised before offering some solutions;

“Have you considered becoming a stripper or a prostitute? I think you’d do well”

“AHAHAHA – NO!” giggled Elena, as she punched me on the arm. From previous experience, if a girl punches me on the arm, I’m 99% certain that I will bang her.

We got a second drink at the same venue as it was still nice outside even though it was pushing 9pm. I asked Elena what time she had to be up in the morning.

“I have be at work in 8am, so I need to wake early, I hate early.”

“Ah so you need to go home soon?”


BALLS. I now had to decide whether to push fast for the first date lay or delay it to a second date. I chose the former, obviously. I drank my pint in about five minutes as well as most of her half pint and announced that we were going for a walk.

“Where to?”

“Disney land”

“haha, Ok, I love Disney”

I walked her straight to my front door.

“Oh, would you look at that, I live here, want to come up for a glass of wine before you go home?”

“Just wine?”

“And good company of course, I might even play you a song on my guitar, or show you my roof top view of London” [3]


At this point I still hadn’t even kissed her, but she was accepting my touch throughout the date. I showed her the flat, poured the wine into water glasses (we still don’t have wine glasses in the new place) and went straight to the bedroom. I stuck on spotify and she found a playlist full of Argentinian music – it was god awful, but I was willing to lose the battle to win the war. Not long afterwards I went for the kiss and that was it for her. She moaned as I kissed her and started rubbing my cock over the top of my jeans and tugging at my belt to try and remove it. The clothes quickly came off and I took great pleasure in spanking her big round booty [4] as I banged her from all angles. Not long afterwards Elena jumped in an Uber and Mr S. and I debriefed each other in the kitchen, he’d also banged his girl. We both got our first lay on the same night in the new apartment and we also both got new lays on the last night of the old apartment. Isn’t that something.

[1] I got one, but it wasn’t with this girl, that will be my next lay report

[2] I had a Sunday afternoon date with a crazy Thai bird that l I bounced back, but it didn’t go anywhere

[3] None of this happened.

[4] Mr. S did not enjoy the sound of this so much. He was trying to sleep in his bedroom on the other side of the wall… “Jesus Roy, what’s with all the spanking?! Can you calm down on that a bit next time, it was keeping me up!” he told me later on.

Lay Report: A Demure Russian

Unfortunately, she wasn’t this hot.

Just when I got the backlog down to 3 lay reports, I had to go and get another one didn’t I. This story is similar to the last one in structure, but the girl was worlds apart…

On Friday evening past I had a second date with a black English Milf – she tried to friend zone me so I ended it after an hour and decided to do some daygame. I met up with Mr.S at 8pm and walked around to see what took my fancy. My intent to open was quite low as I had a date lined up with the Bosnian I’d closed the previous night at 11pm.

After an hour or so we were on our last lap of Oxford street before retiring for a cheeky pint. It was my turn to open when we both saw a short little brunette walking towards us. She had tanned skin, her hair was down to her bum and she wore a denim jacket, a tight little white dress and converse trainers. “If you don’t do that, I’m doing it!” Mr.S informed me. I thought about it for a micro-second – “I’ll do it” said me.

I got in front and told her she looked very cute, too cute to be walking the streets alone on a Friday night. A huge smile cracked open on her face to reveal a glistening metallic grill on top of her teeth – she had braces and instantly dropped from a high 7 to a low 7. I carried on with my prattle for a few minutes and she just stared at me without saying a word, but I could see she was enjoying it as she couldn’t stop smiling.

“You’re not from these parts, are you?”


“If I had to guess, I’d say Russian”

“Haha how did you know?”

“I’ve spent a bit of time in Saint Petersburg and Moscow, you remind me of the girls there, the dress, the jacket… the converse… Меня зовут Roy”

“Aaaah haha, I’m Sofija”

Sofija was very shy and her English wasn’t great but she kept staring deep into my eyes like she was trying to see into my soul. She was on…

“So, what are you doing right now?”

“Oh, I was about to go home on the bus”

“Booooooooooring, come on, it’s Friday night, let’s get a quick drink!”

“Hmmmmm… OK where?”

“Just follow me”

I walked us to the Argyll Arms, got the drinks in and we sat beside each other on one of the benches in the back of the bar. Turned out Sofija had just got to London and was here for the Summer to learn English. Quite early on she told me that she hated her father as he left her mother to bringe her and her 3 sisters up when she was a kid, I empathised with her. I asked her what type of men she liked, and she more or less described me. I tried to kiss her a few times, but she kept giving me the cheek. Eventually she relented but would only kiss with her mouth closed. I couldn’t figure out if she was ashamed of her braces, didn’t like kissing in public, or if it was all too fast for her. I didn’t have time to figure it out, it was now almost 11pm and I was supposed to be meeting the Bosnian.

I considered binning off the Bosnian to push for the SDL as it seemed on, but I knew the Bosnian was on as well because she was very keen over text and meeting at that late an hour usually means sex.

I turned to Sofija and asked her plans for the following day, she had nothing on so I told her I had to leave and we could meet then instead. She was slightly shocked and looked disappointed before agreeing to meet the next day. As I walked her to the bus stop the Bosnian rang me…


“I’m just with a friend at Oxford circus, I’ll be there shortly”


“No, stay there, I’ll be 5-10mins”

Sofija asked who I was speaking to, the Bosnian was so loud that she probably heard everything.

“Ah it’s just a crazy friend, I have to go for a drink now for a friends birthday.”

I think she bought it. Sofija jumped on her bus and I took a brisk walk up to Tottenham Court road where the Bosnian was stood waiting, you can read the rest of that story here.

The next day I pinged Sofija to see if she was still keen – we agreed to meet at 8pm at Oxford Circus. It was gay pride in London on the Saturday. The streets were queered up to the max so Xants and myself decided to get out of dodge and do our daygame down by Southbank. It was nice down there but there weren’t that many sets. As it got towards 7pm we made our way back over the river to meet the lads for a pint before my date.

At 8pm I pinged her to see if she was on time and she responded saying “Sorry, I’m having some issues with my friends”

“Oh, so are you coming or not?”

“Yes, but I don’t know when”

I carried on drinking with the lads and we all went for dinner. It was almost 10pm when she showed up at the restaurant. I settled my part of the bill, said my goodbyes to the lads and walked her back towards the flat.

I took her to the same speakeasy as I took the Bosnian the night before, had one drink and said almost the exact same thing as the night before – “it’s too noisy here, you want to have a drink on the rooftop at my place instead?”

“Oh, OK”

As we walked back it started to rain so the rooftop was no longer an option. We got into the flat, she took her shoes off and then all her defences dropped. She was kissing me frantically and our clothes came off at the door. I took her straight to the bedroom and pounded her tight little vagina for an hour or so before I collapsed in a tired, sweaty mess.

Sofija was my third new daygame lay in four days. The new apartment seems to be paying dividends already. So, although this is a fairly boring report, it reinforced a few things for me;

  1. Just because she’s shy/k-selected, it doesn’t mean she won’t bang quickly
  2. Escalate on orange lights
  3. Good logistics are a massive advantage

Lay Report: A Bonkers Bosnian

bosnia-fanjpeg-1I’m getting laid faster than I can write reports these days and now have a back log of four to get through. I’ll start with the most recent and keep them all short and sweet…

At around 9pm on Thursday evening I was having a beer outside the Argyll arms with Xants and Mr S. I’d only done 3 sets during the daygame session due to sheer exhaustion – the previous night I slept with a cute little Argentinian that kept me awake until the early hours of the morning.

Mr. S and I were discussing how great our new flat is and the opportunities it would present to us. Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a browney Slavic looking girl slinking past. Iva was a slim, late twenties brunette with a pierced eyebrow and olive skin. She wore a black vest, black short shorts and black knee-high leather boots. I’d put her in the high 6/low 7 bracket.

“Mate, she’s got Roy written all over her!” declared Xants.

“uuuuuugggghh…. OK” – and off I went.

I got in front and the hook was instant. I don’t remember specifically what I said, but it was something along the lines of how I liked her Slavic slinky walk, like she was a cat, or a spy, or something.

Then she hit me with this husky voice –“Oooooh wow, this is sooo cool” – she sounded like a bad girl from the Bond movies and I told her so. Iva told me she was Croatian and had recently moved to London. She was on her way to meet a guy and was angry at how he was making her meet him in a pub. I told her he sounded pretty alpha. We chatted a bit more and then she said;

“You know what, fuck this guy, can I go for a drink with you instead?”

“Now?.. Uhhhm, OK”

As I started to walk her in the direction of my apartment her phone rang… It was the guy… she hesitated and then answered…

“YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE! Why won’t you come to meet me?!”

It’s fair to say she was angry at this alpha chap.

“I’ve met a cool Irish guy and I’m going for a drink with him instead – ASSHOLE!”

I’d never seen such blatant hypergamy in action. Then she was quiet for a minute as the guy calmed her down over the phone.

“OK, OK, OK! I’m coming – ASSHOLE!” – Iva hung up the phone.

“So, we’re not going for a drink then?” deduced me.

“No, I don’t like to let people down. But can we do it another time? You seem really cool”


I took her number and off she went. I returned to the lads – “another nutter, why’s it always me?” I pondered.

I awoke on Friday morning to a stream of messages from Iva, I hadn’t even sent her a feeler. Her last message was “are you free for a drink one of these days?”

“yeah, tonight?”

“OK, what time?!”


“Oh, I’m working to 11, can we meet after that?”

“OK” – that my friends, is a sex date.

I ended up meeting her at 23:45 at Tottenham court road station and walked her in the direction of my apartment. There was only one bar open, a little speakeasy on the corner of my street. But because all the other bars were closed, they had a DJ and made it into a little night club. We had one drink before I invited her to my apartment to have wine on the roof top. She necked her drink as soon as I suggested this and said, “Let’s go!”

We smoked cigarettes and drank wine on the rooftop as we got to know each other some more. I found out Iva was actually born in Bosnia (NEW FLAG!) but grew up in Croatia. She upped and left with only £100 in her bank account and no idea how she was going to survive. I admired that. But then she started telling me too much. She didn’t like the guy from the previous night, but she still had sex with him. This turned me off massively. I sat there trying to decide if I still wanted to go through with it and Iva noticed that I had gone quiet… “is this weird for you? Shall I go home?”

“You talk too much, I don’t need your life story”

“Oooooh I’m so sorry, this is just how I am”

“OK, well some advice, don’t tell guys about other guys you’re banging”

“OK, I’m so sorry”

“Come on, let’s go back down to my flat”

I took her straight to the bedroom, the clothes came off, I made sure to rubber up and we had sex. We went at it 3 times, I came the first, she came the second and I the third. As I pulled my dick out after pounding her hard in the doggy position, I looked down to see the condom all shrivelled up around the base of my cock. FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCK.

Iva started freaking out…

“Oh my God, I don’t want kids!! Do you have anything?? When’s the last time you got tested?”

“Not that I know of… don’t worry about it, sleep here, I’ll take you for the pill in the morning” Said me.

“Why are you so relaxed?! This is fucked!!”

“It’ll be fiiiiiiine, you worry to much” – inside I was freaking out too.

Iva took herself for a shower and I laughed to myself on the bed as I thought of Jacob Zuma’s infamous quote…

Wise words.

Iva returned from her shower and announced “Well, we may as well do it again because I’ve probably already got whatever you have…. And you owe me one more orgasm”. So, we did it again.

The next morning, I took her straight to the pharmacy and then I even bought her breakfast. I won’t be seeing her again.







Lay Report: SDDL with a Pretty Persian

Another flag for the collection.

I went to Belgrade for 10 days at the end of May – it was a washout. I did around 60 sets closing half of them. I had 6 dates all with frigid girls, most of which who wouldn’t even kiss – it just wasn’t happening for me on that trip, but I was determined to rectify the anomaly.

I decided to go back for 3 days this weekend past as I had quite a lot of mildly interested long leads from the last trip. I had about 10 girls who were very texty texty right up until the moment I arrived in Belgrade – however, they all magically lost the ability to text as soon as the rubber hit the tarmac. It’s a common phenomenon for a seasoned Euro Jaunter – the girl feels very comfortable consuming the dopamine with each text from a man far, far away, then as soon as she is forced to shit or get off the pot she gets sucked into a proximity vacuum, never to be seen or heard from again.

So, I knew on arrival that it was all about getting new girls in a very short window, no easy task in a place like Belgrade. I did 8 sets on the Friday and 5 on the Saturday. I banged one of those on the Saturday night and almost banged another on the Sunday. Here’s the story…

I was strolling up Knez Mihailova with my old wing from Manchester, the Cheshire Cat (CC). It was around 30 degrees out and my balls were working up a good sweat, I’d forgotten to bring talcom powder and it was starting to get chafey down there. CC was rambling on about how good it was to wing with Nick Krauser and watch a real master at work. “What are you on about? You’ve always witnessed mastery when winging with me!” I countered, modestly.

As we walked in the direction of Kalemegdan I spotted a tiny little brown girl in denim short shorts approaching in the distance. She completed her look with a tight black vest which sported a surprisingly large cleavage and some black sandals. As she got closer I got a better look at her face, it wasn’t Serbian, but more Persian with a slightly pointy nose. I let her walk by and wasn’t even going to open until I noticed that her ass-cheeks were hanging out of her shorts, it was a sight to behold. I had no choice but to open.

I got in front and the hook point was instant. Reena was indeed Persian, from Iran and was only in town for a couple of days. It just so happened that she was looking for something to do that very evening. I told her I knew a few cool places and that I could, as it turned out, take her for a drink right away. Reena declined my kind offer as she was on her way to meet up with some couch surfers – a very K selected thing to do. However, she did have a counteroffer, asking me if I would be free at around 10pm. I told her that I could probably make some time and that I knew a couple of cool places down by the bridge where we could go. Reena liked this idea and told me she would wear a nice dress and put some make-up on.

OK, deal, see you later. said me.

Yes, hopefully you will not cancel on me. said Reena.

It was on like donkey kong. I went back to CC and announced that I was probably going to get laid barring any curve balls. An hour later I went for dinner with CC and Nick and pinged her a photo of my tasty beef steak – she responded quickly and asked if we could meet at 10:30pm instead. I agreed.

Reena eventually turned up to the meeting point near Republic Square at around 10.45pm. She wore a tight little orange dress which made her cleavage pop out and showed off her flat stomach which was adorned with a pierced belly button. It was safe to say that I really wanted to bang her.

As we walked she latched onto my arm and confessed that she’d had a couple of drinks with the couch surfers and was a little tipsy and hungry. I told her not to worry, I’d take her for food and water on the way. Sparing no expense, I took her to McDonalds and ordered her some chicken nuggets and a bottle of water – I had a beer. We sat on high stools and I ran my normal first venue structure as she dunked her nuggets into a small tub of ketchup. I found out that Reena was 27, was born in Tehran but had moved to Italy when she was a young girl and now lives in Austria. She told me that none of those places feel like home and that she struggles to fit in wherever she goes. She continued telling me how disappointed she was with most people in her life, she hated her parents for not making her more disciplined, she hated her ex-boyfriend because he wasn’t strong enough, she hated her friends for being fake. As she spoke, she would laugh nervously every 30 seconds or so. This girl clearly had some personal issues and I was starting to feel sorry for her, I think it’s a coincidence that I was also getting a boner at the same time.

Reena finished her nuggets and water and told me she was feeling much better, so we took a walk down towards the bridge. As we did so the wind started to pick up and it started to rain heavily. We were walking downhill but the wind was blowing dust and rain uphill and into our faces, Reena screamed “AAAAAH WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS WEATHER?!”

“Come on you, it’s not far from here…” I gave her a piggyback and jogged with her for a couple of hundred metres until we got to the bar, it was quite easy as she weighed about 45 kgs.

We got inside a Serbian rock bar which had a live band playing music that sounded very similar to Classic American rock but with Serbian Lyrics. I got the drinks in and we watched the band as we did more comfort. I really liked the band and tried to educate Reena as each song ripped off Led Zepplin, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd and others, but she didn’t give a monkeys and told me she wanted to dance. We finished off the drinks and went across the road to a more clubby open air bar. It was around midnight now but the bar was still relatively empty. We got a table with a couch overlooking the hole bar and carried on with our drinks. The bar then quickly filled up and it seemed that we had the best seats in the house. It didn’t take long for me to go for the kiss and when I did, she was ravenous. The conversation quickly got very sexual, I asked what crazy stuff she gets up to and she unlocked her phone to show me some pictures. There was one of her on top of a mountain where she is posing topless but had covered her nipples for Instagram with flower emoticons. However, she accidently swiped to the original picture which showed off her glorious little boobies in all of their perty glory. Reena told me that she doesn’t like wearing bras and often flashes her boobs for fun. “Definitely not girlfriend material, this one” Thought me.

Reena couldn’t keep her hands off me and was biting my lips, neck and even my cheeks as she kissed and pawed at me, people in the bar were staring at us.

“Right, let’s go before you get us kicked out of here” Said me.

“OK, but where are we going?”

“I’ve got some wine at home, let’s go have a glass”

“But then we will just end up fucking!!”


“OK, OK”

It was now around 1am and the storm had passed so we strolled back to my place. There was no need for wine or more comfort, I put on some music and the clothes were straight off. The sex was VERY good, her body was lovely – a peachy little ass, tiny waist and large boobs for her size. Her small size made it easy to do all sorts of positions and we went at it for a good couple of hours before I finally gave in to exhaustion. At around 3am she asked if I would walk her back to her hostel to which I agreed. When we got there, she asked me to come in and fuck her again.

“Do you have your own room?” Said me.

“No, I’m sharing with 8 other guys”

“Uuuuhm, no thanks, but I’ll come in for a glass of water”

She walked us to the kitchen and no-one was around except the security guard who was passed out sleeping in the hallway. Renna jumped up onto the counter and we started kissing again. I tried to bang her right there but as I went to put it in, she pushed me straight out “No, you need to wear a condom!” I’d used my only two with her earlier. I relented, pulled her down from counter and pushed her down to her knees to finish me off with her mouth. The security guard didn’t even flinch in his chair.

I quite liked this girl despite the issues that she needs to sort out. She’s funny, cute and great in bed but clearly a bit of a loose cannon. I liked her so much that I even met her for dinner the next day (after losing an LMR battle with a Turkish 20 year old feminist) and I MAY even go visit her in Vienna.

Lay Report: Finally, an American


On Sunday I returned from pussy paradise empty handed for the first time ever, shock, horror! It’s a place I usually do well, but for whatever reason, nothing came through this time. The misery was compounded further by my wing Xants, who after getting his plus 1 early on in the trip, was not able to control his cat that got the cream grin for the rest of it. But that’s a story for another post.

The previous night I was up drinking and watching It’s always sunny in Philadelphia with Xants until 4am getting around 3 hours kip in before heading off for the airport at 8am. I returned home in a tired, hungover mess with my tail tucked firmly between my legs at around 2pm. I felt like shit but I really didn’t want to sit in the apartment moping, especially since it was such a beautiful day outside, summer seemed to have arrived in London. I pinged Xants and he reluctantly agreed to join me for a cheeky session.

We met up on Argyll street at 3pm and made our way South whilst trying to drum up some vibe, but both were struggling from the exertions of the previous 10 days. In my head I was just happy to be outside and any sets would be a bonus.

As we were approaching Picadilly Xants spotted some skirt in a skirt and ran after it. I loitered nearby whilst he accused her of being a hamster when that all too familiar spider sense tingle tingled in my bones. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a short brunette crossing the road to walk away from me. I hadn’t seen her face but she wore a black beret, a black boob tube, black short shorts and black doc martins. It was worth further investigation.

I got in front and delivered my spiel, I can’t remember what my opener was, but she liked it whatever it was. Turned out Stacey was visiting from America for a few days on a business trip and was on her way to Buckingham Palace to see the Queen. Her family came from Asian decent but she was very Californian. It was a quite a quick set but it felt on, her eye contact was strong and she touched me a couple of times as I popped a few jokes, this was a yes girl and I knew it very early on. I tried for the idate but she was insisting on going to see the Queen.

OK, OK, you do that and we can go for a beer when your finished.

OK sounds good, where?

There’s a pub just up there, we’ll meet there.

What’s it called?

I have no idea, my brain is not working today – I couldn’t remember the name of it despite having been there loads of times. I took her number and we went our separate ways. I returned to a bewildered Xants as he had no idea where I’d ran off to;

Think I’ve got a date in an hour, if she turns up I’ll probably bang her.


What’s the name of that pub we always go to near the whole foods?

The glassblower!

I pinged Stacey the name of the pub to receive only 1 tick on whatsapp, she hadn’t been online since the morning. BALLS. I sweated for the next hour as I walked around, what felt like a nailed on notch was slipping away as she didn’t seem to have data on her phone. Eventually she came back to me and we agreed to meet in the pub at 5.30pm.

I got there bang on time and there was no sign of Stacey. I bought myself a pint of Peroni and stood outside the bar in the Sun. She arrived 15 minutes late.

I got her a pint of cider and we sat on the stools tucked in the corner to the side of the entrance, if you’re ever in this bar it’s a great spot as it feels like your own little part of the bar that no-one can enter.

We turned our stools to face each other with knees touching. Stacey apologised for being late and explained how two other guys had approached her since I did a couple of hours previous. One of them was creepy and the other guy (an “Asian” guy called Ash) was cool, but I was more handsome and charming. These type of things never happen in LA said Stacey and she wished that they would, she admired the bravery.

I thanked her and gave the usual spiel of how it’s so much better than online dating, she gave me the usual questions, do you this all the time? are you some sort of player? However the vibe was different, it wasn’t shit testy, it was as if she WANTED me to say yes. Then Stacey dropped what she thought would be a bombshell;

I feel like I probably should have told you this earlier but…

You’re a virgin?!

hahaha noooo – punches me on the arm

I have a boyfriend back in LA so I probably shouldn’t be here.

Well, I don’t mind.

It’s just you seem so fun and interesting, I wanted to find out more about you.

This was all within the first couple of sips. She offered up token resistance but I knew it was in the bag, all I had to do was not fuck it up.

We carried on with the comfort fluff, I found out Stacey was 24, was in London to secure some sort of deal for her company and was staying in a top end hotel in Leciester Square. I avoided asking about her boyfriend entirely. Towards the end of our drink I asked…

What are you doing now?

I’m free, wanna hang out a little longer?

OK, but I know a better place, let’s go for a walk.


As we got outside the weather had taken a turn for the worse, the sky was grey and the air was gusting, it felt like it was about to rain and my place was a 20 minute walk away. We started walking up Regent street as she was rambling on about something. I saw a black cab with a yellow light on the opposite side of the road, stuck my hand out and the cab pulled over. I grabbed Stacey’s hand and pulled her across the road with me…

Youuuuu’re CRAZY, you’re gonna get us killed hahaha

We hopped in the cab and she curled up in ball against my shoulder whilst giggling away.

Marylebone High Street mate. Said me.

I probably could have taken her straight home and she wouldn’t have objected. But I hadn’t kissed her yet and I felt like another beer so we alighted at the pub across the road from my house. I got the drinks and pointed Stacey in the direction of the couch whilst I paid. She obeyed.

As soon as I sat down beside her I pulled her in for the kiss and she almost melted into me. She moaned and rubbed at my chest.

Ohhhh damn

What’s wrong?

I don’t think I can drink with you anymore.


Can we go back to my hotel?!

Oh… that’s miles away, I only live across the road.

Oh, haha you’re clever.

Nah, it’s just a coincidence.

We finished our drinks and went back to mine. There were some awkward introductions with Ricky Roma (who was in a t-shirt and boxers) and his girlfriend in the kitchen. I hadn’t seen them in two weeks so Ricky quickly switched from “how was your trip?!” to “and who’s this?”.

Eventually I got Stacey into my room and the clothes quickly came off (no guitar serenade or comfort building chit chat necessary) and I banged her raw-dog. The sex was amazing mainly because Stacey was a very sexual girl and liked to make noises, this always makes me cum quickly and I did.

The most interesting part of this lay is probably what happened afterwards. It was only approaching 8pm after we put ourselves back together so I invited Stacey out for a romantic dinner at the burger place around the corner. She agreed to join.

I ordered a bottle of red and we both ate burgers. Stacey started to open up as we did so. She told me that she’d been with her boyfriend for four years, she really really likes him and so do all her friends and family. He is her BEST FRIEND. But there’s no passion, no fire, no arguments and the sex is boring. She wished that he could fuck her like I just did.

What should I do?

Tell me more about this guy.

He’s 28, a bit of a nerd but really friendly and funny.

How many women has he been with?

I think only one before me.

There’s your problem right there.

Why, how many have you been with?

I’ve had my fair share.


Closer to double.

I’m not surprised… so what should I do?

Honestly? I think you’re wasting your time with him. You’re not getting any younger and your looks will only decline with the years.

But, but, I have some Asian in me, they stay young forever.

There’s a chance this guy will change, but to do that he needs to be single. He needs to face up to the harsh reality of the world and learn that being the nice guy might get the girl, but it certainly won’t keep her. You are holding each other back.

OMG!! That makes so much sense.

We chatted for another hour or so before we went back to her swanky hotel and I banged her again and again into the night, she couldn’t get enough and neither could I after a very frustrating Eurojaunt.

So I went all the way to America and didn’t get the American flag, I went on a Eurojaunt and didn’t get laid and then the day I get back to London I FINALLY get the American flag. The complete randomness of daygame is one of the few things that keeps me in it.

New York Review

A rare sight in New York City.

This is a post I had written 60% of on the flight back from New York six or so weeks ago and never published for various reasons, the main one being – it was a bit shit…

Start spreading the news, I left a while ago, I didn’t want to be a part of it. New York, New York.

At the beginning of the year my flatmate, Mr S and I got into a drunken conversation about Saint Patricks Day and where would be good to celebrate it. We settled on New York given that we’re both Irish. American girls would melt in our presence, they wouldn’t be able to resist our lucky cheeky Irish charms and our no fucks given attitude, surely. It didn’t quite work out that way.

Mr S came up with some weak excuse as to why he couldn’t go on the trip, and the American girls did not distort in any shape or form in my presence, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s go back to the start…

The day before the trip arrived quickly and I was very up for it. I’d never been to New York and it was a place that pre-game me always wanted to see.  Approximately 18 hours before my flight, my excitement levels took a nosedive when I received a message from Airbnb that my host had cancelled my reservation. FUCK.

I frantically searched for other apartments but found nothing as good in the same location (East Village) I had previously booked. I was forced to settle for a place in China Town, which is still quite central but not as good as East Village for foot traffic and night life. The first set-back happened before I’d even checked in for my flight…

As I went to check in online with BA (roughly 12 hours before) I got redirected to a US government website where I was told I must apply for something called an ESTA (authority to travel), but the concerning part was what it said in big red bold text at the top of the web page – “Apply for ESTA no later than 72 hours before departing for the United States. Real-time approvals will no longer be available and arriving at the airport without a previously approved ESTA will likely result in being denied boarding.” FUUUUUCK.

I called BA to see if there was anything they could do, they told me there wasn’t and advised me not to travel to the airport if I didn’t have pre-authorisation. I went to sleep resigned to the fact that I probably wasn’t going to New York anymore, but I set my alarm for 05.30am anyway (my flight was at 09:00am) with a plan to get up and check my emails for an ESTA approval. I barely slept a wink and woke up at 5am to check my e-mail. Nothing. I logged onto the government portal and typed in my details… APPLICATION APPROVED. TFFT. I did a little dance in my room and started packing. The emotional rollercoaster had already begun before I’d even left for the airport.

Approximately 12 hours, 4 inflight movies, 3 trains and a short walk later I checked into my apartment, got showered, changed and hit the streets – no rest for the wicked and all that.

It was around 17:00 in New York and Mr Arrgh (a wing I’ve been on several trips around EE with) was on his way to meet me. I didn’t see any hot girls as I made my way up from Chinatown towards East Houston. I walked West on Houston and the traffic started to pick up, a while later I got my first micro-IOI from a short little girl dressed all in black. It went well but at the end she told me had a boyfriend. It was a decent first set and I was full of optimism for the trip ahead.

We did a few more sets but the jet lag really started to set in so Mr Arrgh and I we went for some food then hit a couple of bars. I got a couple of numbers from bar game, but I don’t remember who they were, so they obviously flaked.

The next day was beautiful out, 22 degrees and a Friday afternoon. I was solo this time, but I didn’t mind as I was full of new city enthusiasm. This was the concrete jungle where dreams were made of, surely something great was going to happen. I walked all the way up to Times square and back and popped off 9 sets along the way getting zero numbers. Only one of them was a good set and she had a boyfriend; the rest were all blowouts and they were almost all the exact same – “oh thanks but I gotta go”. Most of them wouldn’t even smile. What was wrong with these women?! I didn’t let myself get too down as it was only my first full day and I needed a larger sample size. Let’s fast forward to the full set of results;

Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss SDL Lays
Approach to lay count.. 1 in…
Approach to number/FB/Insta close… 1 in …
83 13.25% 4.82% 20.00% 0.00% 2.41% 1.20% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 1.20% 1.20% 1.20%
7.55 11 4 3 0 2 1 0 0 0 1 1 1 83.00 5.53

As you can see, things didn’t get much better. I did 83 sets in total, averaging 7.55 per day in number farm mode until my second last day when I just couldn’t be bothered anymore and ended up getting laid (you can read about that here).

I was in a perennial dilemma; I wanted to do loads of sets, but I couldn’t find the quality, and when I did open ones that were sub-par, they blew me out anyway. In 2018 pretty much all of my sets were calibrated and I didn’t open anything I didn’t fancy. But as each day passed and I still didn’t have any solid leads I had no choice but to keep flogging a horse that was so dead, it was glue already.

I did double my normal sets per session, my approach to close ratio was three times worse than usual and from all these sets I got one proper date from daygame.

Of the 15 closes, only 3 didn’t reply to the feeler. A lot of the girls enjoyed texting back and forth, but they all seemed to lose their phones or remove their profile pictures at the exact same time – when I date requested.

Why were my results so bad?

Here is my long list of perfectly valid, vindicating, reasoned, rational excuses arguments;

  1. American women are broken. I’m not saying that for dramatic effect, it is the honest impression I got from them. They’re feminist zombies, addicted to their Instagram likes, soy latte frappos and daytime brunching/drinking.
  2. American women have a very strong frame. Perhaps one of the route causes of why there are broken. I can smash the odd girls frame, but it gets exhausting for an introverted chap like myself.
  3. There are too many American women. 90% of the girls I opened were American. When I open in London maybe only 50% are English, the rest from all over. Local girls generally find daygame a bit weird, they have a big social circle and they will normally date inside that.
  4. The weather was terrible – nuff said.
  5. Uni was out.
  6. I did my daygame no favours by getting drunk every night.
  7. The quality was low. I don’t bang fat bitches, and there were a LOT of them.
  8. The competition was fierce. I saw a LOT of good-looking men (no homo), way more than good looking girls. Another sign of how fucked America and the rest of the West is as the feminists take over.

Despite all this, I had a grand old time. Here’s some of highlights, in no particular order;

My one daygame date

Halfway through the trip I got a pretty girl out on a proper date – obviously she wasn’t American. Marta was from Brazil, a solid 7, but she was a strange one. During the set she was really into me but when I went to get her number, I told her I’d take her out for a drink some evening, she told me “Oh, I’m super busy, not sure I’ll have time”. I text her assuming that she wouldn’t even reply. She replied instantly and we set up a date for two days later.

Marta got a subway to my area and showed up looking hot in high heels, tights and a dress with a big coat over the top. I took her for ice cream (Ice and Vice, a place recommended by Runner) then to a bar that I went to every night and got on really well with the bouncer (more on bar game later). The bouncer gave me huge social proof on the way in “AAAAAH FUCK, ITS MY FAVRIT OIRISHMAN IN NEW YAWK CITY, COME ERE YA LITTLE OIRISH FUCK!!” – no I.D’s required for me or my girl. “Wow, you make friends fast!” said the Brazilian. “That, or I just drink too much” – it’s definitely the latter.

After a couple of drinks I got Marta back to my apartment and I thought it was a done deal – I could bang her then relax for the rest of the trip and do touristy shit… but she had other ideas. We were kissing on my bed and I got her top off. I went for the hail Mary and shoved my hand down her jeans to start fingering her. I got two fingers inside her sopping wet vagina, Marta was moaning with pleasure and squirming about on the bed, she was on the brink of giving in and then she snapped out of it in an instant. “NO!!” she pleaded as she pulled at my arm. I relented and rolled off. I tried a few more times until eventually I went logic mode, not a recommended strategy. I asked her why she didn’t want to have sex, telling her that it was a completely natural thing to do when two people like each other, Marta said she didn’t want to give up her virginity to someone who was going to disappear. FUCK MY LUCK. I walked her back to the subway, we kept in touch daily for the rest of my trip, but I never got her out again.

I met a local daygamer called Runner

Nash from linked me up with this fella. I’m always uneasy when meeting up with randoms from the internet so I was apprehensive up until the moment I walked to the meeting point. We both eyed each other up and down (we didn’t know what each other looked like) and runner made the first move… “you must be Roy, normal people don’t dress like that”. Touché, Runner, touché.

I could see instantly that he wasn’t one of the internet weirdos and proceeded to have a good session with him. He showed me the best spots to hit for the foreign model girls and we sat down for a coffee and a chat. I was impressed with how well he seemed to be prepared for the inevitable revolution in the West.

Runner had been in the game for about 18 months and I could see he still had so much enthusiasm, which was infectious for me and equally reminded me of me when I was him. “I was once where you are now, and I know that it’s not easy” said me. He meticulously wrote notes into his phone after every set, good or bad. He went over things again and again and would frequently ask questions, most of which I gave the same general answer – “do more sets, you’ll figure it out”. Probably not very helpful, but I’ve never claimed to be a daygame coach, I’d probably plagiarise well known songs and rebrand it as daygame advice.


I went out drinking most nights with Mr. Argh (Surprise!) and justified it as game in my head. Arguably this is where I had the most success, I believe this is mainly because talking to girls in bars is more socially accepted in New York, and societal rules really are THE rules there. I ended up kissing 5 girls throughout the course of the trip and came very close to getting two of them back to my apartment. I pinged said girls throughout the rest of the trip and they’d reply but they were always too “busy” to come out again.

Despite spending a shit load of cash in these bars and not getting laid from any of it, I still had a thoroughly good time doing so. Mr Argh is easily the best bar game wing I’ve had the pleasure of winging. He’s the ying to my yang, he will be the noisy extravagant one spinning yarn after yarn but most importantly, he will DHV me, he will leave gaps for me to come into the conversation and he will genuinely try to get us BOTH laid. I try to do the same back. Bar game wing rules are a messy affair, so when you find a wing that gels with you, keep him.

It made me appreciate London

It’s the only time where I’ve come back from a trip in my 5 years of daygame and noticed a distinct increase in quality on the streets. It’s normally a harsh reality check when returning from places like Belgrade, St. Petersburg and Moscow.


LOL – don’t be silly, of course I didn’t do any. Go on trip advisor if you want to be a chode.

Would I go back?

I would. But I’d wait until Summer, I believe the weather was the biggest factor for the poor turnout on the streets.

Would I recommend it as a daygame destination for fellow Europeans?

Hell no. Ultimately this was an expensive experiment gone wrong for me, but it was one I could afford.

Lay Report: SDL with a Russian Stunner

Not far off.

I haven’t been doing much game lately, life has been getting in the way at exactly the wrong time of year. But I did get myself on the streets on Friday evening and out of nowhere I banged one of the hottest girls I’ve ever banged with minimal effort. As a friend said to me afterwards, this is what happens when high skill meets a lot of luck…

After a long day at work I’d finally got myself onto the streets at around 7.30pm. The sun was shining and my vibe was good despite having spent most of the day commuting. I popped off my first set on Oxford street and closed a feisty little Italian girl only to have another daygamer open her straight after me to intentionally sabotage my set. That’s that one dead thought me, I’ll just have to find some more.

On I went, opening another two girls but getting no joy. I quickly got thirsty, so I pinged Mr. White to see if he fancied a beer. We met on Carnaby, got a drink and fished at our usual spot. There wasn’t much about so we got to talking about Euro Jaunts and how much we missed Russian girls. Our friend, Mr. S had recently banged a Russian NINE and had another hot Russian that he’d been on a few dates with.

“Where is he finding all these Russians?! I haven’t met any lately” protested Mr. White.

“No idea mate – he must be paying them” I reasoned.

At around 10pm Mr White was as responsible as ever and departed for home. I wasn’t ready to go home just yet. As he got on the tube I spotted a slutty looking blonde girl dressed all in black with knee high boots, she was a high 6 at best but looked bored.

“I’m gonna open that whore over there” Said me as Mr White descended the steps at Oxford circus.

Turned out this girl had been waiting for a “friend” for almost an hour. I spoke to her for a good 20 minutes trying to persuade her to come for a drink with me then just as she was coming round to the idea, a big black guy arrived and gave her a kiss on the cheek before pulling her away from me. BALLS.

It was now around 10.30pm. I popped off another couple of sets only to get quick blow outs. Time to go home. I ducked into Wasabi to get some food before doing so. I sat at the window and devoured a katsu chicken salad whilst listening to Youtube videos on my Bluetooth headphones. A guy to my right tapped me on the shoulder…

“Excuse me, where did you get your headphones? They look really cool, were they expensive?” Asked the gentleman.

As he was speaking to me my spider sense tingled, I saw a pink silhouette with a ponytail in the reflection in the window…

“Amazon mate, Amazon, they’re only cheap, around 40 quid” I explained.

I turned my back to get a proper look at the girl in pink behind me. HOLY FUCK, a proper stunner had just walked in on her own, she browsed the remaining items on the bare shelves before turning to walk back out again.

“Oh, can you send me the link?” asked the gentleman.

“I’m sorry mate, I gotta go!” said me as I quickly got up, threw my rubbish in the bin and ran out the door after the girl in pink. I looked left and right frantically searching. She was walking very slowly in the direction of Selfridges, I didn’t have to chase very fast.

I sauntered over to her;

“Excuuuuuuuuuse me, this may sound a little cheeky, BUT, I saw you in the shop there and I thought you looked veeeeeery pretty. I had to say hello….”

“ooooh thank you” she cooed.

Sasha had brunette hair tied up in a ponytail, she was slightly shorter than me, had big green eyes, high cheek bones and full pink lips. She wore what looked like expensive clothing – a bright pink leather jacket, a white boob tube which showed off her washboard abs, tight yellow pants and a pair of expensive trainers. I knew instantly that she was Russian, a solid 8.

“there’s no way you’re from around here, Eastern European?”

“No… well kind of”

“Definitely not Russian”

“Yes I am, I’m from Moscow”

“I knew it, I’ve spent some time there. I didn’t like it if I’m honest, St. Petersburg is a much prettier city”

“I agree, but my work is in Moscow”

Sasha was practically purring as she stood there with her legs crossed.

“so what is a pretty girl like yourself doing walking the streets at 11pm?”

“Walking, I like to walk at night, it’s more peaceful”

“I see, I was about to go home, but I have a better idea…”

“What is that?”

“Let’s go for a drink!”

Sasha hesitated for a couple of seconds…

“OK, where?”

“Well this is Westminster, most places are closed now, let me check my phone to see if this place up the road is open”

I pulled out google maps to check what time the Lamb and Flag pub was closing – midnight. Thank fuck.

“Great, there’s a place just up the road”

As we got to the pub Sasha told me she only drank alcohol on special occasions. It showed, her figure was very athletic.

“This is definitely a special occasion”.

We got a glass of red wine each and sat at stools in the window. I found out Sasha was only in London for the weekend and staying in a posh hotel down the road. She was originally from Siberia, worked as some sort of administrator for a big oil company in Moscow and was a gym freak. She loved to travel and London was her favourite city in the world, this was her 7th or 8th time visiting.

Sasha didn’t have a strong Russian accent; she was having lessons to get rid of it.

“Why would you do such a thing? The Russian accent is hot!”

“I don’t like it. I’ve been told I’m an angel phone”

“A what?”

“Oh, maybe I’m not saying it right, I like everything British”

“Ooooh you mean an Anglophobe!”

“hahaha, yes that”

We exchanged travel stories for around 30 minutes before the bar called last orders and told us it was time to leave. We stepped out of the bar.

“What are you doing now?”

“I don’t know, maybe some more walking”

“OK, let’s walk this way”

I walked us in the direction of my apartment and she didn’t ask where we were going. When we got to the front door I offered her to come in for one last drink.


Sasha took her shoes off on entry without being asked, I quickly took my boots off and poured her a glass of water and myself a glass of wine.

I showed her to the bedroom, she took her jacket off and sat herself down on the couch with an expectant look on her face. I still hadn’t escalated.

I picked up my guitar and played a couple of tunes… Sasha stared at me as I played, enjoying it but her eyes screaming “Will you just fuck me already?!” at the same time.

I put the guitar down, put some music on and moved over to her on the couch. I grabbed her by the throat as I sat down beside her and pulled her in for the first kiss. There was no resistance and she was moaning as the tension in the air dissipated. My hands roved all around her tight body. I picked her up and threw her on the bed. Soon all our clothes were off and I was licking out her soaking wet vagina whilst fingering her. As I looked up I could only admire her near perfect body writhing around as I did so.

“Fuck me!” begged sasha as she grabbed my rock-hard cock and pushed it into her rawdowg.

I came after about 2 minutes; this was easily the hottest girl I’d banged this year. I rolled off her in a sweaty mess and gave her the debrief when I recovered my breath. Sasha told me that she’d decided the sex was on when we were sat in the bar. There was no particular thing I said, she just liked listening to my stories.

It was now around 2am and we had sex for another two hours, I came two more times, the last in her mouth after face fucking her hard. The sight of her gagging on my dick as my cum dripped down her face is one I won’t forget in a hurry.

Sasha got an uber back to her hotel at around 4am. I met up with her the next evening and took her to a blues bar before taking her back for round 4. She’s a very sweet and feminine girl, one which I will hopefully keep on rotation as she visits often. Only in daygame is it possible to get this calibre of girl.







Lay Report: Another SDL

Identical – they all look the same, right?

Let’s get one thing straight – I’m not in daygame to bang Asians. But if a hot enough one makes it this easy, I will oblige. This was a quick and easy lay and the report will follow suit…

It was the last Saturday of March and I’d been out daygaming all day. It was my best session of the year so far in terms of quality of sets – from 12 approaches I got 7 contact details, this is despite being horribly hungover from the previous evenings’ debauchery [1]. Xants and I were on our last lap of Oxford street headed in the direction of the pub for a well-earned beer.

As we were walking East down Oxford street a tallish Asian girl was headed in our direction. She wore a black leather jacket, black top and a black flowy dress – a high 6/low 7. As she got closer she glanced in my direction but the glance soon turned into a stare. Xants noticed it as well and said “Mate, that’s a huge IOI!”. I reluctantly made chase given that I was really looking forward to a pint with the lads.

I opened and she hooked instantly, almost as if she was relieved that I spoke to her. Vicky was only in London for the weekend and was from Shanghai, I asked what she was up to for the evening and she told me that she had no plans, just exploring London. The same day lay was on and I wasn’t that excited about it – she was Asian and I wanted a beer. I decided to push for it as fast as possible…

OK, let’s go for a drink now, I know a nice place just up here

Oh ok

It was just before 8pm when I opened and we sat down for a drink in the lamb and flag at around 8.15pm. I got a glass of red wine and Vicky had a G&T. We sat beside each other on stools. I did comfort for about 5 mins before asking why she was single. I started talking about my career as a failed rock star (true-ish story) and Vicky was very interested. She loved rock music and asked if she could hear me play guitar. I told her I didn’t live far away so she could come back and see.

But weren’t you on your way to meet friends?

I was, but I can meet them later.

This is crazy, we just met!

Life is short Vicky, sometimes you need to live a little.

OK, let’s go.

I finished my glass of wine and drank most of her G&T before leading her out the door. I walked her in the direction of my apartment and we were at the front door by around 9pm.

Come in, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable

Oh ok

As she took her shoes off I could hear noise from the living room (adjacent to my bedroom), it was Ricky and his girlfriend. I did quick awkward introductions…

This is Vicky… she’s uuuuhm, aaaaah, friend.

And moved her to the bedroom before any questions were asked. As Vicky made herself comfortable on my bed I could hear Ricky and his girl switching the TV off and vacating the living room – they knew what was coming.

I strummed the guitar for a song or two just to give Vicky some plausible deniability – even though she had zero, this little slut knew exactly what she was doing.

I put the guitar down and she pushed me away at the first kiss attempt. Surprising.

I stood her up and we did a slow dance to the music I’d put on. I went for the kiss again, this time she was all in. The clothes came off to reveal that she had a spectacularly big pair of titties for an Asian girl. I queried their authenticity and Vicky confirmed that they were indeed real, I didn’t believe her, so I buried my face in them to see for myself – they were real.

Vicky insisted I wore a condom and the sex was fast. As I rolled over onto my back after smashing her from behind I glanced at my watch – 9.24pm. Approach to lay in under 90 minutes, I think that’s my fastest yet.

I let her rest for 6 minutes before announcing that I had to go back to meet my friends. We both got dressed and jumped in the tube at Baker street and went separate directions. I was back in the pub with the lads by 10pm. I never heard from Vicky again.



1 – Banged a two set with Xants in their hotel room. I’ll probably write a post on this.

Lay Report: Give Up

Not this hot. 

It was 10pm on a cold and windy Saturday night in New York City and my flight back to London was at 9am the next morning. I had all but given up the ghost trying to get laid having endured a miserable 10 days in the concrete jungle where dreams are crushed. I’d spoken to over 100 girls [1] in that time and only had one date from daygame which ended in a near miss, I couldn’t catch a break. But then I caught two within 30 minutes of each other…

Mr Arrgh and I had spent the afternoon in the Uptown area visiting an old Irish friend of mine. We decided to take the metro back to the usual hunting grounds of East Village and Soho for some last minute bar/gutter game at around 9pm. When we were on the subway I spotted an older (early to mid-thirties) blonde girl in brown heeled cowboy boots, tight blue denim jeans, a white boob tube which showed off a bit of stomach and cleavage and a brown fur coat. She looked filthy, I turned to Mr Arrgh – “If she gets off at the same stop as us, I’m opening”.

The moon and the stars aligned as we all departed at the same time, I followed her as she swayed her hips with every step up the stairs, she was horny. When we got to street level I waited for her to cross the road and then jumped in front. It was a very busy intersection and lots of people looked on as I did so…

Excuuuuuuse me young lady! I just had to tell you that I love this outfit, you look like a feisty little bear, it’s hot. – Not the most imaginative opener, but it didn’t matter.

One bystander, a young girl stood to my right couldn’t contain her excitement, as she watched on…

Oh My GOOOOOD, that is soooooo cute! Why does that never happen to me?!

The cougar burst out laughing before calling over to the other girl;

I know, this guy’s got some balls, right?! – She still hadn’t spoken to me.

When things calmed down the cougar asked me how long I was in town for. I told her I was leaving the next morning and pushed for the idate, however she was already on her way to a date with another guy.

This is a real shame, you’re hot! I would definitely go on a date with you if you were here longer.

I have an idea, we can meet up later if your date is not going well.

OK sure, you have Instagram?

We exchanged instagrams and went our separate ways. Mr Arrgh and I carried on walking and soon after a cute girl walked towards us, she had one of those big puffy Canada Goose coats on and was listening to music on her airpods.

Excuuuuse me, you look very happy, you’re practically dancing down the street!

Haha thank you, yes I listen to this happy music. – She took off her airpods and put them in my ears, it sounded like a cross between Arabic and Irish folk.

That is definitely not American and neither is your accent.

No, I’m from Azerbaijan [2] but living here now.

Margret was very chatty and had a spaced-out vibe about her. I found out that she had been living in New York for 10 years, worked for the UN and did a lot of yoga. At that moment in time I was guessing she was mid to late 20’s and I’d put her as a low 7 [3]. Margret was on her way home after having dinner with her friends…

Boring! I have a better idea, let’s go for a drink right now!

Oh, ok, why not!

I bounced her to the closest bar and got us both a drink. It was crowded and noisy so I told her to drink up quickly. We took a long walk (around 20 mins) to a bar close to my apartment. On the way I spun out a story about an episode of black mirror in which a girl spikes a guys drink after inviting him back to her apartment and kills him [4], thus framing her as the dangerous one and me the innocent.

At around midnight we reached a bar called Clockwork, a grotty 24-hour dive bar, my favourite sort of place. I motioned Margret towards a couch whilst I got a couple of drinks in. When I was at the bar I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was the cougar, she’d messaged to say that her date was bad, she was on her way home and that I should come that way. I’d gone from barely having a sniff all trip to being booty called whilst being a whisker away from a SDL with another girl. Fuck my life. What to do? Obviously, I decided I would try and do both…

I escalated quickly and we were kissing within 10 minutes. Soon after I suggested another walk, along the way I stopped to buy a bottle of wine, she didn’t ask why I was doing so, she knew what was happening.

We got into the apartment, I demanded she take her shoes off and we went straight to the bedroom. The clothes were off quickly and I was anticipating some well deserved wild sex. I went to stick it in raw dog, I got two strokes [5] in before she jumped off and told me that she was a virgin. I laughed at her, there was no way she was a virgin, I’d have felt her hymen break. I played along and told her she wasn’t a virgin anymore, she insisted she was. I didn’t care, I had my notch as far as I was concerned. I pushed her head down to my dick and she kindly finished me off with her mouth.

I told her she needed to leave shortly afterwards as my friend (Mr Arrgh) was coming to sleep on my couch so I walked her back to the subway. It was now around 2.30am, I’d have to be up at 5am to pack and get to the airport on time for my flight. I decided I wasn’t going to sleep, I pinged the cougar and told her I was coming, and then 1 minute later I messaged her again telling her that I wasn’t coming. I figured she was probably sleeping by now as she last messaged me more than 2 hours ago and it would be a better idea to get some rest.

I walked myself to a Mexican takeaway place for a victory burrito, went home and filled Mr Arrgh in on the evening’s events. Then at 4am I made the wise decision to have a power nap and get up at 5am for my 9am flight. I set three alarms on my phone to make triple sure I’d wake up and drifted off to sleep. Of course, I slept through all three alarms, waking up at 8.30am to look at my phone. FUUUUUUCK. I awoke in a panic and then quickly realised there wasn’t much I could do about it now, so I rolled back over, went to sleep and paid for another flight that evening when I awoke.

So there you go kids – the best way to get laid in New York is to give up. All that never give up stuff is a load of bollocks. And yes, I’m a retard.





1 – Daygame and bargame. I’ll summarise the trip in another post.

2 – New flag.

3 – It was dark and I’d had a couple of beers. I met her the next day for coffee to give back her ear rings she’d left on my bedside table. She was a 6.

4 – The episode is called White Christmas, I reference it a lot on dates.

5 – Minimum number required as per PUA standard set by Krauser

Lay Report: Mysterious Eritrean

Fridays evenings are very hit and miss for the old daygaming. Usually my vibe isn’t on point as I’ve typically been sat in front of a screen all day without speaking to any humans. I’m usually tired from the week and my urge to sack it off and go to the pub is overpowering. Most girls are in groups and are either in a hurry to get home and doll themselves up before hitting the town, or they’re on their way out. But, sometimes, just sometimes there is a solo girl wandering around begging to be SDL’d (Exhibit A).  This is not one of those stories…

Friday 22 February

I was solo and I’d been blown out 6 times from the previous 7 sets  – the pub was calling. As I stood outside M&S having just relieved my bladder I pinged the lads to see who was up for a pint. Of course Mr S and Xants were well keen. As I put my phone away and started to make my way to Carnaby street I saw a short little black girl with curly hair dressed all in black perched against the wall with her head in her phone.

Exhibit B

My taste in women seems to change with the seasons. For me, a woman of any colour can be hot and if she’s hot enough I will open. At that moment in time my cravings for a black girl were reaching jungle fever pitch levels – I hadn’t had one in 6 months!

As I opened her head lifted slowly from her phone and she gazed at me as I ran through the prattle. Something about her looking like she could be one of the backing singers in a 60’s motown band. She didn’t react and carried on staring at me as if she was trying to see into my soul.

Can you speak?

What? Oh, yeah, of course.

You seemed to be in a daze.

haha maybe I’m still jet lagged, I only arrived from Australia a couple of days ago.

Oh I assumed you were English.

Lisa told me she was from Melbourne and had travelled to London in search of a job so that she could realise her dreams and explore all of Europe with London as her base. Sounded familiar. We had a lot in common and chatted for a good ten minutes before she told me she had to go meet her friend. I took her number and we went our separate ways.

Later that evening I sent the feeler – she read it and didn’t reply. BALLS.

A few days later I sent her a photo ping of me in the gym. She sent me 4 messages in a row apologising for not replying and asking how I was. LIVE LEAD!

I offered up Thursday or Friday for the date and she chose Friday. Always a good sign if a girl is giving up her Friday night for you.

Friday 1 March

We met at Baker street station and she was 15 minutes late. I actually thought she was flaking as she wasn’t much of a texter, she didn’t use emoticons and took 24 hours to reply.

Lisa looked great – black heeled boots, black fishnet tights, a red miniskirt, a black blouse showing off just the right amount of cleavage and a brown furry coat. I took her to the usual two venues, first a pub and second a speakeasy.

I found out Lisa was 24 and wasn’t from Australia, she’d only been living there since she was 13, this explained her darker complexion. I prodded some more and she asked me to guess where she was from, telling me that I’d never get it. “Challenge accepted!” said a smug me, having spent a long time in Africa myself. I went through all the big countries; South Africa – No, Nigeria – No, Zimbabwe? – No, Congo? -No!, Cameroon? – No.

OK, I give up, just tell me


Say what now?


It’s a country? – I’d genuinely never heard of it.

Lisa had an aloofness about her and seemed to know what she wanted from life – a rare quality in a young girl. She didn’t do social media, didn’t like texting and had never done online dating. She told me that she had never been in a relationship and wasn’t looking for one. She had only ever been on three dates.

So you’re a virgin?

What do you think?

I guess I’ll have to wait and see.

I got her back to the flat that night and was kissing her on my bed, I went to rub her vagina over the top of her tights and felt a pad…

It’s not your lucky day.

Damn! Which day is it?


I could always put a towel down.


Her drunk friend rang her shortly afterwards and she jumped in an uber to go meet her. I had no idea if I’d see her again.

I pinged her the following Sunday and she was still keen so we agreed to meet the following Thursday. On Wednesday she sent me a link to a bar in Covent Garden asking if I’d been there. I told her I hadn’t but I could see where this was going, she knew where I lived and wanted to meet far away from my place. I told her I might take her there some time.

Thursday 7 March 

Around lunch time I text her telling her that I’d meet her at Bond street station, ignoring her suggestion. We agreed on 7.30pm.

At 7pm she text me a google maps location to another bar telling me that she was having a drink with a friend. She was trying to take the frame again and I was preparing for a long night ahead. I checked where it was on the map and it was actually quite close to my apartment – “OK, I’m running late, I’ll be there closer to 8pm.”

I arrived at the place to find that it was a very nice wine bar, she had inadvertently found a new date venue for me. Lisa was sat on a high stool alongside her friend. I approached them both from behind, stood between them and tapped Lisa on the shoulder.

Heeeeey! How are ya?!

Lisa introduced me to her friend who was a proper Australian.

Ah you sound way more Australian than her. – I gave Lisa another tap on the shoulder.

Born and raised! Anyway, I gotta go, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it!

Her friend upped and left and I took her stool and ordered some wine. We caught up on the weeks events and I’d noticed that her hair looked different, she’d straightened it. I ran my hands through it, pulled her in towards me and took a sniff.

Ah coconut, I like it.

Hey! Don’t pull my hair!

You don’t like having your hair pulled?

Well, it depends on the situation – Lisa had a mischievous smile.

Ah I see, so like if you fell down a ditch and I pulled you back out with your hair?

Yeah, I guess that would be one situation.

You wanna be careful, there’s lots of ditches around here.

Lisa laughed and punched me on the arm. It was on. I walked her to another basement bar near my apartment and we sat alongside each other on a couch. There was lots of kissing and she could barely keep her hands off me. As we finished our first glass of wine I suggested we go for a walk (back to mine).

OK, but I need the bathroom, can you wait here a sec?


I sat there waiting for half an hour! Was she drunk? Was she being sick? Was she taking a massive dump? Had she run out the back door? I discounted the last one as her coat and hand bag were still with me. As I was about to ask the waitress to go into the bathroom to check on her, she emerged and didn’t offer up any explanation or apologies.

Did you fall down the toilet?!

What? No.

What took you so long?

I just needed to breathe.

You feeling ok?

Yeah, I’m fine!

You want to go home?


It was odd. I walked us to my place anyway and she came in. Lisa told me she was starving and hadn’t eaten all day. I cooked her some toast and a cup of tea and we chatted nonsense in the kitchen for about an hour. It was now pushing midnight and I had to be up for work in the morning.

I took her to the bedroom and the clothes came off quickly before she said “Where’s your condom?” – The sex was weird. She liked kissing a lot which was nice given that she had big juicy lips but she didn’t like it when I was rough and wouldn’t let me bang her doggy, she also refused to suck my dick. I blew a load into the condom and we lay there chatting for a few minutes. I attempted the usual debrief but she gave me nothing – she refused to answer when I asked her the last time she’d had sex, how many times she had sex or when she decided to have sex with me. I was intrigued, but one thing was for sure, she definitely wasn’t a virgin.

We went at it again for about an hour, raw dog this time, but I couldn’t cum again. We both collapsed in a sweaty mess at around 02:00. I forgot to set an alarm and woke up at around 08:30, the lights were still on and the music was still playing on my laptop. I woke her up and told her she needed to leave. Lisa ordered an uber and was gone by 08:45. I have no idea whether I’ll see her again.






Lay Report: Another Turk

This girl is very similar neck down, mine had a big tooty smile.

I collected my third daygame notch [1] of the year and 64th of my players journey last weekend. Only 36 to go [2] before I take up my pew in Mount Olympus along side Zeus, Apollo, Poseidon and co. I’m most looking forward to hanging out with Dionysus, the god of wine – he seems a proper baller [3]. But I digress, here’s another story…

8 February 2019

It was a Friday evening and there wasn’t much about on the streets. I was out with one of my original wings from Dublin. We were walking down Carnaby when I spotted a short brunette throw an IOI my way as we got to the bottom of the street. She wasn’t stunning – dressed quite plain but with a pretty face and nice curves, a low 7. “Aaaah fuck it”. In I went.

Sara was Turkish, had moved to London a few months back for an internship and was on her way to meet some friends for dinner. It was quite a fizzy set and towards the end I threw an old school neg at her and she bit hard;

You are pretty, I like your big brown eyes, you could get lost in them… but you should get rid of the resting bitch face, you’d be much prettier and more guys would approach you – She’d already told me this was so strange for her.

Hahaha, I don’t have a resting bitch face! I’m normally smiling, I’m fun, you’ll see!

I guess you will have to prove that me, Sara.

I took her number and we agreed to meet another time. As I walked back to rejoin my friend I told him I had a very good feeling about that one.

15 February 2019

After some back and forth over text I got her out the following Friday. We met at Baker street, she turned up on time looking much prettier than when we’d met on the street wearing tight black jeans and a tight white top which made her big breasts almost jump out at me, they were hard not to stare at.

I took her to the pub and she gave me a full on interrogation; how often do you do this? why don’t you just do tinder like everyone else? how old are you? why are you single? are you some sort of player? It felt as if all girls were given the same script in their girl game manual, not us, the PUA’s. I swatted the same questions away with the same answers – but it was unusual to get them all one after the other without us barely touching our drinks. As we walked to the next venue she announced…

OK the interrogation is over now, you can relax.

Oh thanks! But can I? How do I know you’re not a serial killer?

We got a couch in the next place and I ordered us a bottle of wine. The conversation flowed and we were soon kissing. Afterwards I walked us to the front door of my apartment and she wobbled. As I walked in the front door she just stood there…

I can’t do this – not tonight.

I grabbed her hand and tried to pull her inside assuring her that she could leave if she felt uncomfortable.

No – I should go home.


I walked her back to the tube and as I went to kiss her goodbye…

Come with me.

To your place?

Just come with me.

I wasn’t sure if she just wanted me to walk her to her front door, or if she wanted me to come to her place and I’m sure her subconscious kept this detail sketchy on purpose – so I forced her off the fence…

Where do you live?

4 stops away.

I’ll come if you invite me in when we get there.

You know what, never mind.


As she walked off I wasn’t sure if I’d made the right move. Did I just burst the bubble and pass up a notch? Or was she just trying to tool me so that she would have company on her tube ride home? I slept on it and when I woke up I was sure it was the former.

Friday 22 February 2019

I got her back out the following Friday. Sara had been ill all week and told me that she had just about recovered. We met at 8pm at Bond Street this time and when she turned up I was not impressed. She was dressed very casually in trainers, jeans, a jumper and a big coat. Straight away she told me that she still wasn’t 100 % and was feeling tired.

We had agreed over text to go for food, something I never normally do, but I’d agreed on the basis that this would just be a time filler until she felt more comfortable to bang on the next date. I walked us to the nearest honest burger and when we sat down I ordered a beer and she declared that she wasn’t drinking. FUCK! I wrote the lay off fully now. Despite this, I enjoyed hanging out with her and constantly took the piss out of her without her realising until it was too late. For example, after she took 10 minutes to chose a burger from the very limited menu I asked her if she thought she was a decisive person…

Yes, I’m very decisive! Well, sometimes… I guess it depends.

I looked at her as if to say “Really?” and she packed up laughing after she’d realised what she’d just said. I went on to explain to her why men climb the corporate ladder faster than women and deserved to get paid more as a result. At first she was outraged by my “sexist, chauvinistic opinions”, but by the end of the meal she was agreeing with me.

As we finished our food I text my flat mate asking if he was keen to go for a few beers, this wasn’t going anywhere and it was Friday night after all. I paid the bill (£30) as Sara had paid the bill at the speakeasy (£50!) the previous week and we left the restaurant. I went to walk her back to the tube and she asked where we were going.

Well you’re not feeling well, I assumed you were going home and I’ll just go meet my mates.

No! Let’s go for a glass of wine.

Oh – OK. – Clearly I’d gotten the wrong end of the stick.

I walked her in the direction of my apartment and she must have been conscious of this as she had been to my front door the previous week. We stopped off at a bar not far from my place and sat beside each other on a couch. Annoyingly she happened to know a couple of girls on the table sat next to us and so she spoke with them for the first five minutes… I called it out early on…

How am I supposed to kiss you now with your friends sat right next to us?!

You’ll just have to be discrete, won’t you!

I got the wine in and she took her jumper off to reveal her impressive boobage, I wanted to motor boat them. The boner was instant so I pulled her in for the kiss expecting her to pull away but she was all in with tongues.

What about your friends, what will they think?!

Ah, I hardly know them, it’s fine.

Well they’ll most likely only jealous anyway.


Not much longer after this I took her home and banged her. The sex was average despite her curves in all the right places – she didn’t like it when I was rough with her and she smelled a bit as she had been working all day prior to meeting me. Odds of seeing her again – 1/10.



[1] – 5 in total including the two night game lays

[2] – my only real goal in daygame is to get to 100 by the end of 2020.

[3] – Yes. I read a book, about Greek mythology, it was fascinating. Well, it was an audio book.

Lay Report: You all look the same

1-68I was out daygaming with Xants on Sunday past and we decided to make a rare turn by Trafalgar Square. It was his turn to open and we both spotted a stunner walking slowly through the middle of the square. “THERE’S A SET!” hollered an excitable Xants. “Yes it is, you bastard!” I confirmed.

Off he skipped as I looked on with jealousy. I lurked nearby as he gave his all and it seemed to be going well. I was happy for my mate but I couldn’t help but think “I could probably be doing a much better job on that bird” thus confirming yet again that I could never bare to be a daygame coach [1]. I turned my back to Xants’ set and scanned the square once more. My spider sense tingled and out of the corner of my peripheral vision appeared a short little curvy thing walking down the steps away from me. I didn’t catch her face but she looked great from behind – about 5’5″ with long black hair down to her ass, a black leather jacket and tight black leggings which showed off a peachy little bum. It was worth closer inspection.

I got in front and was disappointed to see that she was Asian [2], I looked her up and down again before deciding that she was still a good 7. In I went and hook point was more or less instant;

Where are you from?

Ireland. – I said, after making her guess a while

Ooooooh cooooooo. – I assume she meant ‘cool’

And you, you’re obviously Asian, but your eyes are too big to be Chinese, I like them.

Ahahaha thank you! I’m from Taiwan.

Taiwan hey? I’ve never been there but I’m pretty sure that’s where my alarm clock comes from.

Ahahaha you’re funny!

Helen lived in London, was a marketing student and had just started working in Selfridges. She was on her way to meet a friend for dinner so I took her number and off she went.

I returned to an even more excitable Xants as he gave me the run-down on his set. “I think the SDL’s on mate, she’s going to the gallery then we will probably meet for a drink!”

I hadn’t seen Xants this giddy after a daygame set in well over a year. “Well done mate, she was stunning, I’m very jealous” I congratulated.

“Where’d you go anyway?” Xants asked.

“Closed some gook. Seems keen” I explained.

“ah” Offered Xants, clearly still coming down from his set.

I pinged Helen later that evening and she replied quickly so we set up a date for the next day, Monday.

We met at Baker Street station at 7pm. Helen had come straight from work dressed in black high heels, black tights, a black mini-skirt, a white shirt and a black blazer. She looked great.

I walked us to the pub across the road and to my surprise she asked for a full pint. As we sat down she took a huge gulp of the beer.

You must be thirsty!

No, I’m just very nervous, I never do this before, especially with a white man.

Ah, well relax. I don’t bite. 

Helen proceeded to ask me loads of hair dresser questions and I responded to each in turn with a wry smile on my face until she started to relax. She then asked for a favour and pulled out her phone to show me an email she’d drafted and asked me to check her English. I raised an eyebrow and asked if she thought I was giving out free English lessons.

Noooo, please, this is just very important to me and I need to send it now.

I scanned it quickly and fixed one typo, it was more or less perfect.

Your English is good, no lessons required from me!

Haha thank you.

Helen proceeded to ask me if I talked to girls in the street often and I gave her the usual spiel (better than tinder, chivalry, bla bla). She told me it happens a lot and she always gives her number to guys. This was a big red flag! Helen pulled out her phone and showed me her whatsapp… sure enough there were loads of unread messages from thirsty guys. I quickly scanned their profile pics to check if I knew any of the guys – I didn’t.

Why haven’t you replied to any of these poor guys?!

I don’t like them.

Why give them ALL your phone number?!

haha not all, but I don’t like to be rude if they are nice to me.

Just lie to them, tell them you have a boyfriend. – Sorry future Helen approachers.

Ooooh that’s a good idea! I’ll do that next time.

I bounced Helen to the same speakeasy I always take them, I had been there only a couple of days before with a different girl [3]. As we entered the host looked at Helen, then at me with contempt and said “Oh, you’re back so soon!” I asked him for the usual couch and he said I couldn’t sit there, even though the place was empty. The cock blocking white knight sat us down at a table which made it almost impossible to physically escalate. I finished my drink quickly and polished off the remainder of hers… “Let’s go!” We left after 5 minutes and I made a mental note never to go back there.

We got a couch in the bar next to mine and I ramped up the escalation fast as it was now almost 9pm and it was a school night. Within a few minutes we were kissing and she was surprisingly unreserved about doing so in public, but she did have reservations about doing it on a first date…

Wow, this is my first time on a date with a foreign guy and I NEVER kiss on the first date.

It’s perfectly normal in London, you only live once so why wait if you like the person?

I guess you’re right!

Helen was really opening up now and I was pretty certain the lay was on.

I need to tell you something.


When I was waiting for you at the tube I forgot what you looked like!

We met yesterday, how could you forget?

I don’t know, I walked over to some guy and said hi, he didn’t know who I was!


Don’t laugh, it was embarrassing! YOU WHITE GUYS ALL LOOK THE SAME TO ME!

I LOL’d for about two minutes. I wasn’t sure if she was trolling or if the irony was truly lost on her and I didn’t care to find out. A few minutes later I walked her back to my flat and she came in with no resistance. I poured some wine, played some tunes on the guitar and she watched on mouth agape.

Wow, you’re really sexy when you play the guitar, you should play that on the street, you would get more girls.

I pulled her onto the bed and we kissed heavily. Helen grabbed her wine and knocked back the full glass.

I need this, otherwise I will run out the front door!

Oh, ok.

I’ve never done this on a first date!


You have condom?!

Yes. I. Do.

After successfully navigating Helens’ relentless LMR I proceeded to smash her tight little pussy. The sex was amazing, my best ever with an Asian girl and she was fantastic at blow-jobs.

I did the usual debrief and she told me that she only decided that she wanted to fuck when I was playing the guitar. She’d only had two sexual partners before (she is 24), both long term boyfriends and my penis was by far the biggest that had ever been inside her.

As she got dressed to leave Helen asked if we could see each other again. “if you want to” I said, and I think I actually meant it, she was fun to hang out with and great in bed.

This ketchup tastes good.






[1] – Please stop asking. If you need coaching Craig Cassidy or Street Attraction are the go to guys in London and if you have a bit more to spend and are willing to travel, Nick Krauser does week long residentials in Eastern Europe.

[2] – I don’t typically open them, but if they’re hot enough I will

[3] – This girl still seems keen so hopefully is a future post

Ketchup in glass bottles

CF6TX6Bit quiet on here innit? That’s primarily because I still only have one new daygame notch on the belt for 2019 [1] [2]. This is not due to my lack of trying, in fact I’ve been spamming in comparison to this time last year. Here are the not so impressive statistics for the year so far;

Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss SDL Lays
Approach to lay count.. 1 in…
125 24.00% 3.20% 23.53% 11.76% 4.00% 4.00% 0.80% 0.00% 0.00% 0.80% 0.00% 0.80%
5.21 30 4 8 4 5 5 1 0 0 1 0 1 125.00

I’ve already done about 1/4 of the sets that I did for all of 2018 and so am owed at least 4 notches from the daygame Gods. If I include instant dates I’ve dated 10 new girls from daygame, more than 1 a week and I’ve only banged one of em. I usually average a new girl every two dates so I’m well below average.

Why have I done so many sets so far this year you may ask… The number one reason for this is that I was not exiled to Australia where the daygame was exceptionally poor in comparison to Europe. Another is that I did quite a lot of sets over a long weekend in Prague and another is that the winter has been relatively mild making it much easier to hit the streets.

Why are my stats so poor is another question you may ask… As much as I enjoy the ego-boosting validation when publishing my good stats, it is only fair to my dear readers that I do the same when they are not so good.  So has my daygame gotten worse this year? I believe that it hasn’t, it’s probably even better. I’ve been having a lot of fun sets and am closing at not much worse than my usual rate, I’m also getting quite a lot of dates and there’s generally plenty of action my phone. But I’m not getting my D in the V as regularly as I would like.

I am certain that this is just a dip that will even itself out over the course of the year. I heard a good analogy earlier today when Ole Gunnar Solskjaer (the manager of Manchester United) was quized by a reporter on the poor form of Alexis Sanchez (one of his players). The reporter asked him if he was worried;

“No, he’s a great player and he doesn’t become a bad player over night. I think it’s like a ketchup bottle, you hit it and hit it and hit it and none comes out at first, and then boom, you get LOADS of it!” – spot on Ole, spot on. [3]

I’m quietly confident that if I keep ticking along and picking up leads here and there that the notches will come.

So what went wrong on all these dates?

Out of the four proper dates I’ve had from daygame, 3 of the girls never came out again. This is much more annoying than a girl just outright flaking. You’ve invested time and some money on drinks and shown her what you’re all about, only for her to decide “actually, I’m not into this guy”. 2 of the 3 that ghosted even came back to the flat on the first night and that was the closest I ever got to banging them. I’ll never really know what it was that I said or did that made them decide against coming out again – it may be something totally out of my control. But I won’t be losing much sleep over these girls, if it starts happening more often then I’ll start dissecting my date game, but it’s too early to take any drastic action just yet.

I got very close to another Same Day Lay a couple of weeks ago in Prague. I got a girl back to my apartment and she was very horny indeed as we played around on the bed only for her to announce that her mum was calling her and that she needed to leave right away. Before she left we agreed to meet the next day. When I pinged her she replied saying “I don’t think my boyfriend would be impressed if I see you again”. The wee whore.

I’m off to eat some chips, hopefully with lots of ketchup.

[1] – I have had a couple of notches from nightgame since my last post, neither of which are much to write home about as they were both 6s, one Spanish and another Greek.

[2] – I got my second after writing most of this post

[3] – However, Sanchez is finished. He’s just not got it anymore.

Lay Report: A cute little Filipino

Everyone loves a yes girl.

It’s been a slow start to the year, I’ve only really done one solid weekend of daygame so far. Over that weekend I did 22 sets, closing 7, I have since dated three of these and banged one of them. The other two were right little challenging princesses and both have fallen off since. The girl last night was a breeze in comparison…

Two Sundays ago I was out daygaming and my good friend Xants even took a break from his value building hibernation period to join me. It was an unseasonably warm day out and the girls were stopping much easier than the previous days as a result, my vibe was also much better for the same said reason. It was around 5pm, I’d already done my sets for the day and picked up a few numbers. I was on my way home to get ready for a date with a hot little Moldovan I closed the previous day. I stopped off at Sainsburys to get wine and other supplies and ended with a big heavy orange bag of stuff. I’d underestimated the walk home, it was a good 25 minutes and the bag was bloody heavy, did I mention that?

As I pushed my way through the crowds switching the bag from my left hand to the right hand and back every 30 seconds or so I clocked a huge IOI off a little brown girl approaching me. I thought about it for a few seconds and as she got closer….

Hey, you!

huh, me? – She looked around to see if I was talking to someone else.

Yes you! Excuse me this bag is heavy. – I put the bag down and nestled it between my legs. She stood there looking bemused.

Well, I saw you looking at me, looking at you. I was trying to decide if you were cute and you were so I thought I would say hello

HAHAHAHA, OMG that is soooo random. – This girl had clearly not been daygamed before, a rarity on Oxford street.

Turned out Elanor was from the Philippines (new flag!) and had recently moved to London for work. Elanor was about 5’3″ with long brown hair and wore a big green eskimo jacket, she had a pretty face with big brown eyes, a low 7. She’d just been for dinner with her friends and was about to head home. I could have idated her but I didn’t have time so I took her number, pinged her my name and went on my way. A few hours later she messaged me first (always a good sign) saying how random but cool it was meeting me like that. Touche.

Our logistics meant that I didn’t get her out until almost two weeks later. Elanor suggested meeting at 9.30pm last night, Thursday as she was working late and would be flying out of London the next morning. I agreed to meet her at Bond street station and didn’t have much confidence in getting the lay as we met quite far from my place and I figured she’d probably just want a quick drink and then head off to get ready for her flight.

She turned up on time and looked great, having put on a bit of make-up and wore sexier clothing. I definitely wanted to bang her.

I walked us to a pub around the corner called the Lamb and Flag. We had a couple of glasses of wine each in there as we went through the comfort fluff. For the first glass I sat opposite and the second I moved beside her on the couch. Elanor was full of nervous excitement and was always trying to crack a joke, none of them were funny but I told her I admired the fact that she was trying. I actually enjoyed hanging out with her and wasn’t too bothered if I didn’t take her home that night. Eventually I pulled her in for the kiss by pulling her right shoulder towards me, she pulled her head away hard “haha not so soon Irish man!”

A few minutes later, I pulled her neck towards me and she thrust her tongue down my throat hard. That was the switch right there and I knew it was on.

As we got toward the end of the second glass it was around 10:45pm and most places were closing. We left the bar and I started walking her in the direction of my apartment, it was a good 15 minute walk away.

Where are we going?

I know a nice place up here that should still be open. – I knew nowhere was open.

As we walked I talked nonsense, most of which I can’t remember and before we knew it we were at my front door just after 11pm.

Oh, look I live here. Come in for one more glass of wine and then you can uber home.

I don’t know, I have to be up at 6am.

One glass.

In she came. She took her shoes off without being asked as we entered the apartment. I took mine off too and poured us both a glass of wine. She walked past my bedroom door as I was in the kitchen and shouted “is this your bedroom?” I told her it was and to make herself comfortable.

When I joined her in the bedroom she was sat on my bed, I sat at my desk and put on some music. We chatted for a couple of minutes, I then joined her on the bed and pulled her in for a kiss. Moments later all our clothes were off and I was banging her raw-dog.

She stayed until around midnight before ordering her own uber home.

So easy. I agree that daygame is harder in winter, but there will always be yes girls out there.

2018 – A Year of Change

Wife Material.

What a year it has been, so much has happened that I barely know where to start. The start is normally a good place but that is probably the most boring way to tell a story. Instead, I will attempt to do this post like all the new TV Series [1] do – start at the end and then back fill the rest. Yeah, that sounds like fun, here we go!..

I ended the year with a total notch count of 25, my best to date. 18 of these were from 566 daygame sets – 1 in 31.44. In my 2017 review I wrote – My approach to lay ratio was 1 in 51.88. The pro’s say advanced daygamers should be aiming for 1 in 30. Guess I still have a ways to go. Seems like I’m getting there. Let’s give the stats the full treatment in comparison to 2017, as ever, these are daygame only;


Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate Date Near Miss SDL Lays
882 25.62% 5.67% 36.59% 7.25% 2.83% 5.10% 1.36% 0.23% 1.93%
5.13 226 50 101 20 25 45 12 2 17


Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss SDL Lays
566 22.44% 15.02% 20.75% 1.89% 3.53% 6.89% 2.83% 1.59% 0.71% 1.41% 0.53% 3.18%
4.01 127 85 44 4 20 39 16 9 4 8 3 18

I did 316 less approaches in 2018 yet got one more notch than 2017, a significant increase in efficiency. So how did I do this? The short answer is, I don’t know, these things just improve with practice. But I’ll attempt to flesh it out.

There was never a conscious decision to open less, it just happened. One explanation could be that my calibration improved significantly. I had a much better of idea of what looked like a good set, even if all the usual pre-approach signals were bad – walking fast, looking grumpy, no hip sway, looks like she’s waiting for a date – I’d think, Ignore all that, she’s horny, GO IN, and more often than not, I was right. Krauser calls this your spider sense and it improves with practice – lots of it [2].

Another could be that the sets themselves improved. If there was one moment in 2018 when I realised, Hang on, I’m pretty good at this daygame stuff, it was in Belgrade the first time with Krauser. He was coaching a student one day so I went out for a solo session. Whilst I was mid-set I noticed him and his student appear over the girls shoulder… I continued my prattle on auto-pilot and I could hear Nick saying things to his student like “look how relaxed he is, completely loose, fractionating on and off with the eyes, the smile… oh oh, did you see how he just touched her forearm and she just took it, natural touch, not creepy…” and on and on. After the set I walked over to them and Nicks student was in awe “really impressive stuff man!” I said thanks and never thought much of it at the time.


There was no drop in work rate. I went out just as much, if not more than I did in 2017. The biggest difference was that I didn’t mind if I didn’t open. I never had a goal per session of x number of sets. I averaged 4.01 sets per session, in 2017 it was 5.13 per session. In 2018 I went out many times and didn’t do a single approach, this was especially true in Australia where the quality was generally terrible, and I never felt bad about it. Krauser calls this the river and advises that it’s never a good idea to swim upstream i.e. if there are no sets you don’t need to start opening sub-standard sets just to make up the numbers, so I didn’t.

My close rate (numbers and social media) improved from 1 in 3.2 down to 1 in 2.67. I took more social media this year and these are never strong leads. However, I still I banged two girls this way and dated 13 others. But numbers are always king.

Flakes reduced significantly, again, I put this down to better calibration and better sets.

Date flakes also came down, I put this down to not going to Moscow, where almost all of my date flakes came from in 2017.

Idates and dates came down slightly but are higher as a percentage, again this is due to doing less but better sets. This year is the first year I tracked second, third and fourth dates… I even had some fifth, sixth and SEVENTH dates.

Less near misses this year, but a higher percentage.

I got one more SDL than last year, everyone loves an SDL. The most of dramatic of which came in Prague when I went to visit another girl and she ghosted me. That was fun.

The most important stat of them all is of course the number of lays. This came from a date to lay ratio of 1 in 2.166, down from 1 in 2.65 last year. In 2018 I found myself doing less routines on dates. In the beginning I had a check list of things to do stored on my phone and I’d always check through it when I went to the bathroom. I never do this any more and I almost never play the questions game. Nowadays I am a lot better at figuring out where the girl is at, whether it be by her body language or the things she says and I act accordingly.

As mentioned in previous blog posts, I spent the first three months of the year in Melbourne. I really enjoyed my time there, but it is a hell hole for daygame. Despite this I got laid a few times and met one girl I really, really like, but didn’t bang. We’re still in touch frequently and she’s even talking about coming to visit me in London.

At the end of March my job asked me if I would like to stay in Melbourne for a couple of years, I politely declined citing reasons such as, I didn’t like the time difference and the beer was too expensive. All of these reasons were true, but I decided against telling them that the daygame was terrible there.

Back to Manchester I went. I worked and did daygame there for about a month or so and during that time I was headhunted by another company. They wanted me to join them as a contractor for more than double my salary, and more importantly I could be based in London. I thought about it for around three seconds and then handed in my notice. I left mid-April and wouldn’t start the new position until July. If only there was something fun to do between the months of April and July? I couldn’t think of anything, so I went on a two- and a-bit month Eurojaunt.

Whilst I was away Ricky Roma, Mr S and myself decided to get a place together in London upon my return. They did all the leg work whilst I was swanning round Eastern Europe and found a great apartment in central London for a reasonable price. Well done boys.

The apartment has been great fun and 99% of the time we get along great. There have been a couple of little spats between Mr S and myself. We’re both good at game and engaged in silly little competitions which led to some arguments. I guess this is to be expected. Next year there will be no such competitions, it’s not healthy and the only competition should be with yourself.

2018 saw me daygame in 10 different cities (London, Melbourne, Manchester, Prague (Twice), Belgrade (twice), Budapest, Krakow, Saint Petersburg (twice), Warsaw and Cape Town [3]). Whilst this was fun, I lost a lot of leads because I couldn’t stick around. This year I plan to do much less cities and more repeat trips to my favourite locations.

Now to the girls, all 25 of them in chronological order;

# Description Date HB Age Location Flag
1 The Kiwi 19/01/2018 7 27 Melbourne New Zealand
2 The Sudanese 02/02/2018 7 25 Melbourne Sudan
3 The Bali Girl* 11/02/2018 6 21 Bali Bali
4 The Fijian* 16/02/2018 7 28 Melbourne Fiji
5 Crazy girl in Melbourne* 01/03/2018 6 25 Melbourne  
6 A girl in Manchester 18/04/2018 6.5 23 Manchester  
7 Croatian Rock Chick 04/05/2018 7 21 Belgrade Croatia
8 Columbian Latina 07/05/2018 6.5 21 Belgrade Columbia
9 Italian K girl 17/05/2018 7.5 20 Budapest  
10 Horny Hungarian 19/05/2018 7 24 Budapest Hungary
11 Curly Serb 30/05/2018 7 21 Belgrade  
12 Cute Russian 13/06/2018 8 18 Saint Petersburg  
13 Huge IOI* 25/06/2018 7 24 Saint Petersburg  
14 Italian long lead 03/08/2018 7 28 London  
15 Saudi Sloshpot 06/08/2018 7.99 21 London Saudi Arabia
16 Latvian Bargame* 10/08/2018 6 21 Riga Latvia
17 English SDL 01/09/2018 7 22 London  
18 English Black Girl 09/09/2018 7.5 22 London  
19 The Bulgarian* 21/09/2018 7.5 18 London Bulgaria
20 Tits out – gash out 11/11/2018 7 30 London  
21 Tattoed Russian 24/11/2018 7 23 Saint Petersburg  
22 A Canadian 05/12/2018 7 22 London  
23 SDL in Prague 08/12/2018 7 23 Prague  
24 The Serbian 22/12/2018 7.5 22 London  
25 Girl That Opened Me* 26/12/2018 6.5 27 Cape Town  
  Averages 6.98 23.08    

I met some very special girls this year. The best in bed was undoubtedly the Saudi. I’ve upgraded her to a 7.99 as other friends have looked at pictures of her since I wrote the blog post and told me she was an 8. Unfortunately, she is back Saudi now and I will not risk being arrested by going to visit her. The cute Russian was the one I enjoyed hanging out with the most – she had a lot of banter and I will see her in the future if she doesn’t get boyfriended up. The Tattoed Russian also gets an honourable mention – she was both great in bed and a pleasure to spend time with.

Towards the end of the year the apathy was starting to set it. It had been a long one and I went through a lot of girls. As was probably apparent in my posts, I was getting fed up. I would frequently think about two things;

  1. What is the point of all this?
  2. What is my endgame?

The point is obviously to meet and have sex with new girls as we are apparently biologically programmed to do as males. I really enjoy meeting new girls on the street and dating them, the chase, it’s great fun. But then you bang them and then what?

In my earlier days I would bask in the glory of a new notch for almost a week. Now that glorious feeling lasts around 5 minutes. I wrote a drunken tweet [4] about feeling empty inside after a recent notch. I didn’t mean it in the literal sense. I am grateful to lead a life that most men would be jealous of; I have a good job, I have great friends most of which I’ve met through daygame, I travel a lot every year and meet some amazing women. The glass of life is certainly half full. What I meant was that the same buzz isn’t there anymore. I don’t get the same satisfaction as I used to from banging a new girl.

It’s a real dilemma – I am starting to enjoy the chase more than the catch. I consulted Uncle Nick about this hoping that he would say “ah just turn to page 323 of Daygame Infinite, it’s all in there mate”. But he didn’t. Instead he said these sobering words… “I certainly understand. I don’t have a solution, but I have an intimate awareness of the problem”. AH BALLS.

And so to endgame. How can one check out in the full knowledge that the urge will always be there to open (and have a 50-50 chance of closing) the next hot girl you see walking down the street?

I’ve decided I’m not going to tackle this conundrum just yet. I will carry on living in depravity and banging as many women as I can along the way. However, I’ll be paying more attention to the red flags for long term partners. I’ll keep a list of girls who qualify as girlfriend/wife material and attempt to keep in touch with them. This may mean that I end up with less crazy girls in the sack and consequently less girls in total and that’s fine by me. Eventually I’ll pick one of the best ones for a girlfriend which will hopefully turn into a wife and kid or two, maybe even a pug as well. I’ll live in a countryside cottage miles away from civilization to avoid any form of temptation and grow my own vegetables. But I’m getting ahead of myself, there’s still plenty in the tank yet and plenty more girls out there to be approached.

All the best for 2019, players.


[1] Referring specifically to The Sinner on Netflix.

[2] I am now on 3375 sets total

[3] I did one set whilst on holiday there

[4] Always a good idea



Lay Report: Another Serb

Kinda like this except with a flat chest.

This is a rather short story about a long story… a lot of effort was expended on my part and it ended in a huge anti-climax…

Lets rewind to April this year. It was the start of daygame season and Belgrade was my first destination of the year (summarised here). It was a hot day and Xants and I had decided to go for a walk down towards the University area, one of our favourite hunting grounds. As I briefly mentioned here, I wasn’t going to do it, my calibration told me it was a bad set. She was dressed very formally, was stony faced and looked like she was in a hurry. “Just do it, trust me” – said Xants.

In I went and my calibration couldn’t have been further off. She was lovely, smiling instantly and cooing at almost everything I said. Sonja was very typically Serbian, my height, slim with dark skin, brunette hair, brown eyes and long legs, very greyhoundy. A high 7. She was dressed in formal business attire which made her look older than her 22 years. I found out she worked part-time at a law firm whilst doing her law degree and told me about her plans to do her erasmus year in London or Barcelona, she hadn’t decided which yet. Sonja was full of energy telling me that she had a passion for martial arts, reading and politics all of which gave her a very strong frame. I took her number and never got her out that trip as she was always busy.

I went back to Belgrade in May and got her out. It was only a coffee date and I never really escalated, she was trying her hardest to friend zone me, even introducing me to her brother at the end of the date and telling me I should come to her family home for dinner and meet her parents. It all felt very weird. I declined and tried to get her out for a glass of wine before I left but it never materialised. I assumed the lead was dead.

Fast forward to August and she pinged me out of the blue “Roy – I’m moving to London!! :D”. She moved to London mid-September and I thought “happy days, I’ll add her to my Winter harem”. I had a grand plan going into Winter, I’d have 3 regulars each with different qualities that I liked to prove to myself that I could hang out with girls – that plan failed spectacularly. I had a Bulgarian, a Brazilian and now a Serb. I kept the Bulgarian on for about a month before she got a boyfriend, I went on four dates with the Brazilian getting her back to the flat each time but she would always tell me “not tonight” and the Serb was proving equally difficult.

We went on 5 or 6 dates (I’ve lost count), some coffee dates, some drinks and I even took her to an expensive restaurant and didn’t get the lay. She was frustrating, I would go through periods of ignoring her messages as I was sure she was just tooling me for attention. Then the other day she messaged me saying “when are you taking me for coffee?” It was like she was using my own game against me.

I was supposed to be home in Ireland this weekend but my flight was cancelled so I had a free weekend in London. I told her we could meet Saturday afternoon at 1pm. We met at Bond Street station and went to a really good coffee shop called Flowcafe, got takeaway coffees and walked around the back streets. I walked her in the general direction of my apartment to another coffee shop. After another coffee I walked us to a shop where I bought a bottle of wine, it was now around 3pm.

Wine so early in the day, really? – Sonja offered up some futile resistance.

Come on, it’s Christmas!

My powers of persuasion proved too great and back she came for some wine. I got her into my room, dimmed the lights and soon the clothes were off and we had some pretty timid sex. I almost felt cheated, I’d invested so much time into this girl and the sex was boring at best. Is there and ideal investment/reward ratio which I had gotten very wrong with this girl? Had I become numb to banging hot girls? Or was I just “hollowed out”?

We got dressed and I told her I was going to the pub to watch the football, United were playing at 5.30pm. I thought this would scare her off but she asked if she could join and so we ended up spending the rest of the evening together and I even let her stay over. Over the course of the evening Sonja told me that I was the first non-Serbian guy that she’d had sex with and was her 6th ever partner.

I couldn’t wait to say goodbye to her the next morning but she took forever getting showered and doing her make-up. I helped pack up all her things and usher her out the door. I was a gentleman as ever and walked her back to the tube and the relief was huge when I eventually said goodbye to her – I’m clearly still terrible at hanging out with girls.



Lay Report: Best laid plans

Similar but my girl was flat chested.

In my last post I mentioned that I had went to Prague to relax and see an old flame. Well, said flame extinguished herself on my arrival. Before I got there she was texting me frequently and couldn’t wait to see me. We were supposed to meet the evening I arrived and spend the weekend together. As I got into Prague on Friday night I got a message saying that she had to work late and wasn’t sure what time she’d finish – that’s girl speak for “I’ve made other plans and I don’t want to feel like a bitch”. I told her not to worry. I pinged her the next morning and she ghosted – that’s girl speak for “stop texting me”. So I had two options; 1. I could sit around, learn a language and find my purpose in life or 2. I could go out and do what I do…

It was around 1pm on Saturday afternoon and I was just finishing up in that quaint little café where I wrote my previous post. I still hadn’t heard from the Russian, she was definitely flaking. Fuck it, I’ll go out for a walk and see what’s what. I dropped my laptop at the flat and hit the streets. If I saw a girl I liked, I’d open. I wasn’t SDL hunting but that would be my only avenue to get laid and I knew the odds of doing so were extremely low (1 in 267.84 for me).

I meandered down the main strip scanning for easy targets. There was a festive feel in the air, families and couples were everywhere, it was a pleasant vibe but it wasn’t good for daygame. After around half an hour I finally spotted a solo girl of sufficient quality. I got in front and delivered “I HHHHOPE YOU SPEAK ENGLISH” with all of the enthusiasm I could muster. She smiled without breaking stride and said “No, I’m sorry, I don’t” in perfect English. Good start.

I carried on walking then I saw a tall good looking dude walking towards me, he was a male 9 (no homo) but I noticed that he was staring to the left, my right and started off in that direction. I looked right and spotted what he was staring at. It was a hot girl. I followed him following her for a few minutes. Was he a daygamer? Was he going to open her??

This girl was a tallish brunette with black high heels, a black furry coat and a sexy walk – she looked horny. She was walking fast then she would break stride every so often to look in a shop window. Her assailant was matching her stop start stride and I was almost willing him on to open. Do it, Dooo it. I let him have 3 or 4 opportunities to open then I’d had enough. I ran around him, got in front of her and laid on the patter – I could see the other guy scuttle off in a huff out of the corner of my eye.

Sofija was from Slovakia and was relatively new to Prague, she’d moved there for a job in an embassy. She was very chatty and did most of the talking for me. I tried to idate her but she told me that she had some shopping to finish. She was disappointed to hear that I was leaving the next day. I proposed we meet for a glass of wine in the evening and she seemed very keen and even spoke about which places we could go to. I took her number.

I carried on for another hour without seeing much, the wind was starting to pick up and it was spitting rain. I decided I’d head back to the flat and watch the football before getting some food and hopefully meeting up with Sofija.

On my way back I spotted another hot solo girl, this one looked Persian. I opened and to my surprise she turned out to be Khazak, she didn’t look Asian at all. Anna was a finance student and was on her way to meet some friends for dinner before going to a concert that night. I took her number and told her to text me if she had some energy after the concert. She was very responsive over text (and still is) but I didn’t see her that night.

I lay on my bed in my boxer shorts whilst illegally streaming the football and eating some almonds, not quite bottom world. Sofija had read my feeler text and not responded. I watched Untied batter Fulham, freshened up and took myself out for some food. It was around 7pm when I finished eating so I decided to have one more roll of the dice.

There were lots of Christmas market stalls in Wenceslas square and I quite fancied a nice warm cup of mulled wine, but I didn’t want to stand there drinking on my own. Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tiny little thing walking very slowly through the markets. She was around 5’2” including her heels and was wearing tight dark denim jeans, a big furry jumper and a puffy eskimo style jacket. She looked Asian – but hot, easily a 7. I wandered over to her…

Excuuuuuse me, I saw you floating through the market and thought you looked very cute, you’re like a little eskimo with this big jacket. – Instant eye spazz.

Haha well thank you

Oh, you have an American accent? I was expecting a Russian one

Sorry to disappoint you, why would I have a Russian accent?

Well, you have the look of a Khazak girl

Noooo, I’m from Singapore

Ah, I’ve never been there but I have a friend from there. Apparently it’s just one big shopping mall and all the girls are crazy. Is this true?

Hahaha – no, well yes, kinda

I was in. Harriet was on a long holiday, she’d travelled to 4 other countries before this one and Prague was her last stop. It was her first ever trip to Europe and she was travelling alone. I asked her plans for the evening. “No plans, I’m just exploring the city”. I told her I fancied a glass of mulled wine at the market and she enthusiastically agreed to join.

We exchanged travel stories and Harriet told me that she loved adventure and being spontaneous. By the end of the drink Harriet was complaining that she was really cold so this was the perfect opportunity to bounce her to a little underground cocktail bar called Parlour, which coincidentally was right beside my apartment. It was almost the perfect seduction venue, very dark and quiet and she was impressed, but there were no couches so we had to sit opposite each other. We both had a cocktail and by the end of it I could see she was getting tipsy. It was now around 8:30 and I hadn’t escalated enough to invite her back to the flat. We went for a walk and she was struggling for balance, I asked her if she could handle another drink and she said “of course!” I didn’t believe her, her tiny frame and Asian heritage were not a good combination for drinking.

We completed our trip around block and Harriet was oblivious to the fact that we’d just walked in a circle. I took her into another bar called blah blah and we sat on stools at the bar. I ramped up the escalation, peppering her arms, legs and stomach with my hands as I spun my web around her. Harriet told me that she was only just out of her one and only relationship of 6 years, she was 23. I asked how recent and she said it was 6 months ago. Soon after this I leant in for the first kiss attempt and she turned her head in the opposite direction. I finished my beer and Harriet had barely touched her drink so I did the honours and polished that off too. I suggested another walk and we arrived at my front door. She refused to come up – “I think I should go home, I’m sleepy”.

I walked her back to the metro, she bought a ticket and I went to hug her goodye;

It was nice meeting you, text me when you get home

You’re not coming back with me?

Oh, you can’t make it back alone?

Just come, please.

Oooooooo K, if you insist.

I got a ticket and we got on the metro. At this point I still didn’t think the SDL was on, I hadn’t kissed her and I figured she just wanted me to walk her to her front door, which I would have done, I’m a nice guy, really.

We hardly said a word to each other on the way back as Harriet tried her hardest to stay awake. It wasn’t looking good. We got to her front door and Harriet asked me to wait outside whilst she tidied up. IT’S ON!

It was still a tip when I got inside – clothes and make-up scattered all over the place and she hadn’t even made her bed. I shudder to think what it must have looked like before she “tidied”.

Harriet downed a bottle of water and she seemed to snap out of her drowsy state. I lay on the bed beside her and played some music on my phone. The lighting in the room was almost florescent and there was no dimmer switch or lamps. I told her my apartment was way better than hers and that we should have went there.

I pulled her in for the kiss and this time there was no resistance. Soon her hand wandered to my dick and she rubbed it over the top of my jeans. I undid my fly and she started wanking me off vigorously. I went to finger her and she pushed me off and whispered in my ear “do you have a condom?”. Luckily I had put one in my wallet earlier that day. “Yes I do”.

Harriet excused herself to go to bathroom and I could hear the shower running. Good girl. I stripped down to my boxers expecting her to come out naked but when she emerged she was fully clothed. “Take off your clothes young lady!” I barked but she giggled and refused. I pulled her onto the bed and quickly went about removing all her clothes and we fucked.  I blew my load pretty quickly and she fell asleep about 3 seconds later. I got dressed, picked up wallet and keys from the table and let myself out.

On my way home I treated myself to a KFC zinger burger and as I went to open up back at my flat I found two sets of keys in my pocket. FUCK. I’d lifted my keys AND hers. I would have to see her again to give them back. Luckily I’d added her on Instagram earlier in the date. I met her the next day and we had a romantic afternoon at the sex museum before I got my Uber out to the airport.

So despite my best efforts to have a weekend off from daygame and try to spend time with a girl I’d already banged I ended up with a same day lay and a new flag. What other choice did I have?

Lay Report: NPC’s

Similar to this but not as tall.

I’m sitting in a quaint little café on a Saturday morning on a solo trip to Prague. There’s no particular plan, I came here to relax and see an old regular (this one). I took a walk around the city last night and couldn’t help but appreciate its beauty. I always think of this place as the Disney Land of Eastern Europe – it’s so picturesque that it almost feels fake. As I walked I couldn’t help but soak up the nostalgia. I walked from my apartment down Wenceslas square past the café where I had a date with a hot feminist – she walked out upon learning of my love for the Donald. I carried on to the bottom of the square where I recalled meeting a cute little thing for a date only to be ambushed by her little miss piggy lookalike friend. I walked down the main strip towards palladium mall passing the spot where I opened a 9 on my previous trip here. I idated her whilst she waited for her boyfriend to finish a meeting. As I walked further I passed the spot where I first properly met Krauser. He pretended to shoot me as I was mid-set, I binned it off and joined him for a coffee. As I passed TGI Fridays memories of the Russian I idated and SDL’d popped into my head. I learned after banging her that she was on her way to a date that day (you can read about that drama here). As I got to the entrance of the mall I remembered my first proper same day lay. I’d bounced a little Slovak for coffee, then a beer, back to mine and had sex, all in around 2 hours. I have a lot of good memories in this city and some bad ones. It’s funny how our brains work as I don’t think about the negatives much.

The other day was one that should go in the good memories box, it happened in London. Here’s the story…

A few Saturdays back I’d been out daygaming with my flatmate, Mr. S. It was my first all day session in a long time. Mr S was full of beans and telling stories aplenty in between sets. Despite my good vibe I didn’t get a single hook-point from 7 sets that day. Eagle eyed readers may say that that is not enough sets. Not to sound pompous – but it usually is for me. Long gone are the days where I “grind” out 10 sets a session. Meanwhile Mr S got around 4 numbers from roughly the same number of sets. We all say that the only competition should be with ourselves, but we all have a competitive edge, especially when winging with someone of equal competence. Mr S won that day and offered words of consolation as we went for a beer after our session. “Don’t worry about me mate. Tomorrow is another day”. And it was.

The following Sunday I woke up fairly early and hit the gym and followed it up with a big breakfast. I was ready to talk to some girls, this time solo. I enjoy both solo and winged daygame, but I always get more leads when solo, obviously because I don’t have to share sets. I did 5 sets in just under 2 hours, getting 3 numbers. One of them was a Canadian girl who was dressed head to toe in black with a big digital SLR around her neck. I teased Daria telling her that she was SUCH a stereotypical tourist. She protested vehemently, it was part of her masters degree, the pictures were for her latest project. Turned out she had moved to London a couple of months previous and was still finding her feet in the big smoke. We agreed to meet for a drink later in the week. It felt on.

We agreed to meet at Baker street station the following Thursday. Daria turned up a few minutes early and she looked hot, again in all black tight clothing which accentuated her nice curves. Here parents were Turkish which meant she had dark features and buxom lips, she looked very fuckable. I took her to a couple of bars and got her back to my place. “I don’t have sex on the first date”.

A couple of weeks passed by and I thought the lead was dead. I’d ping her and she would reply with one word answers a day or two later. I invited her out for Thursday past but she was busy and offered the weekend instead. I couldn’t as I was going away for the weekend. I didn’t counter offer, then she proposed Wednesday past.

We met at the same place at 7pm. I walked her straight to the speakeasy bar near mine, took her home a couple of hours later and banged her. No LMR and it all felt very transactional (no, I didn’t pay her). The sex wasn’t great, when I tried to do her doggy whilst pulling her hair and spanking her ass she would keep collapsing onto her stomach on the bed. I walked her back to the tube a few minutes later and I’ll probably never see her again. Whilst I was happy to bag my 16th daygame lay of the year, the next day all of the satisfaction was gone. If anything, I felt worse off as I yawned my way through a technically challenging meeting at work. “Roy, you look like shit, late night last night?!” asked my colleague. “Nah, just a bad nights sleep”. Back in the day I’d be in a euphoric state for a few days after a new notch.

I’ve been doing some introspection on this solo trip – what am I doing here? What is my plan? Is banging all these girls making me happy?

Anyone who has done game long enough knows that it is a Sisyphean sport. Yes, there are moments of extreme happiness, but there are equally, if not more unhappy extremes. I for one, love the chase and that’s what keeps me in the game. But with each new notch I get less and less gratification, this will probably be obvious if you compare one of my latest lay reports to one from a couple of years ago. I was listening to a Roosh podcast the other day and in it he compared girls and game to the NPC (Non-player character) meme craze. Girls are the NPC’s, always giving more or less the same responses no matter where in the world you are and gamers are the players. You can win as many games as you like but at the end of it all you will not feel any better off. All that you can gain is the red pill understanding of how the game is played. Roosh’s analogy struck a chord with me and from my own experience he is bang on the money.



Lay Report: An unexpected long lead comes through

Not quite this many tattoos.

It was 23 June and I only had a couple of days left in St.Petersburg. I was content with my results for the trip so far and was taking things easy. Gollum the great gamma and I had grown tired of circling the well-trodden daygame route – Galleria mall, up Nevsky as far as the KFC on the corner, cross the road and back the other side of Nevsky towards the mall, rinse, repeat. To escape groundhog day we decided to go for a walk up the Western end of Nevsky prospect and it turned out there was a street festival on that day. We spotted a little pop up bar/café just off the side of the main strip and decided to rest our weary legs and watch the world go by.

I was nursing yet another hangover, Gollum was feeling drained due to his latest obsession – “Getting SHREDDED” – which seemed to be a diet that consisted of eating packets of sandwich ham and nothing else. As we sat there discussing the joys of this wonderful city and our plans to come back in the new year I couldn’t help but notice a cute little blond as she was about to cross the road walking away from us.

Sorry Gollum, I have to open that. And off I went.

I got in front and as soon as I did so a wide smile broke out on Nastia’s face. Instantly I felt a surge of vibe pulse through my veins as my hangover receded for the next ten minutes. She was blonde, around 5’3”, had a piercing on her nose and wore a tight white blouse which showed off a nice cleavage but the icing on the cake was her ass. She wore tight grey faded jeans which seemed to make her ass stick out so much that you could use it as a shelf. Nastia was very bubbly and carried most of the set for me, asking where I was from, what I was doing in “Piter” and why. I found out that she was working in construction and was originally from somewhere in the far East of Russia. I went for the idate as I only had a couple of days left but Nastia was on her way to meet some friends. We exchanged numbers and off she went.

As I mentioned here, I got her out the next day. We met early on a Sunday afternoon as she had to be up early for work the next day. I took her to the usual two venues, a wine bar followed by a dark cocktail bar. There’s a very secluded couch at the back of this cocktail bar which makes it an excellent second venue. As I sat there with Nastia Seven walked in with his latest date and was walking straight to my table. He saw me sitting there, gave me a stare as if to say “You bastard, that’s my table!” and led his girl to the other side of the bar whilst sighing loudly. I’d already kissed Nastia and as I floated the idea of going back to mine she said that she had to get home to finish some work. I walked her back to the metro kissed her goodbye and didn’t get her out again. I’d assumed that was the end of it.

Upon returning from Russia I received an e-mail from FIFA –as a gesture of goodwill to celebrate the success of the World Cup, anyone with a FIFA fan ID could return to Russia without a new visa for the rest of 2018. I decided to take advantage of this and booked myself a flight back for a long weekend. A few weeks before I was due to fly out I sent a screenshot of my flight details to around 20 unclosed leads, including Nastia. Around half them replied and two of them were keen to meet.

On the Friday night I met up with a girl I had 3 dates with on my previous trip but I never got the lay as she was on her period. I thought it was in the bag for a first night lay – she turned up looking stunning in a black dress, drank a few glasses of wine, got her back to the flat and she gave me the same excuse yet again. I was furious and I did not hide it.

Why didn’t you tell me this before? You knew I was coming on this date, couldn’t you have frigged your system to change when your period arrived?! She looked shocked and confused. I tried to persuade her to let me just put a towel down but she said there was too much blood. I asked her if it would be cleared up by Sunday, my last night, and she said that it probably would be. I told her I would take her out again on Sunday and she seemed keen but warned me that she was afraid to have sex with me as she would fall in love, I would leave and she would be left with a broken heart. I didn’t have an answer for her. The best I could come up with was;

Well, I’ll definitely be back in the new year.

Whilst this was true, I knew that if I banged her I would probably never want to see her again, I left that part out. As I sit here now on Sunday afternoon I don’t currently have any other solid leads lined up so I’ll probably try again with her tonight but the odds are slim.

Back to Nastia.

She agreed to meet me at 6pm on the Saturday evening. I wasn’t expecting much from this date, she had requested it to be early so she could get home early and she wasn’t very on on the first date.

I met her at Mayakovskaya metro and she was bang on time. It was literally freezing outside, -2oC to be precise and Nastia was well insulated in a huge puffy jacket and scarf which covered her from head to ankles with a pair of white trainers – she did not look sexual at all and I was disappointed. She kissed me on the lips as we greeted and gave me a huge hug, good start. I walked her to a quiet wine bar that I had googled earlier on. It turned out to be a great venue, not busy, very quiet and plenty of couches. As Nastia delayered her scarf and coat my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She giggled and asked me if I was ok.

Yes, yes – you look different!

And she did. Underneath the coat Nastia wore a tight black boob tube and tight black pants. She seemed to be in much better shape than when we met in June, everything looked tighter. I really wanted to bang her.

Have you been hitting the gym?

Yes, I’ve been doing yoga and gym three or four times a week.

I approve.

I ordered us a bottle of Georgian red wine and she cozied up next to me as we caught up. I proceeded to drink most of the bottle as Nastia sipped her way through the equivalent of one glass for the next hour and a half. The conversation flowed and we kissed a couple of times.

You know it’s rude in Russian culture to kiss in public

Well, what should we do about this?

I think you can figure it out

It was now around 8pm, I had organised to meet my regular from June at 10pm so I needed to move things along faster. I asked for the bill and walked us in the direction of my apartment. We got to the front door and I invited her up for one more glass of wine. She wobbled at first but I re-assured her that she could leave whenever she wanted. She agreed.

As we entered the flat we both took off our shoes and I gave her a tour of my ridiculously oversized apartment – it had 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms and cost me £10 a night, quite a different from the rates during the world cup. Nastia made herself comfortable on the couch and I poured the wine. We chatted and watched videos on youtube and the time flew by. I showed her videos of Bambi struggling to walk through a snowy field – that’s what it’s like when an English girl tries to walk in heels I explained to Nastia and she packed up with laughter. I checked the time and it was almost 9:30. SHIT, time to escalate! I put the laptop to one side and got on top of her, kissed her and groped her breasts.

Can you dim the lights?

I switched the lights off and returned to her.

And can we listen to something other than Disney music?! Youtubehad cycled on to Lion king clips and the circle of life was not making Nastia wet.

The clothes came off quickly and I was surprised to see that Nastia was covered in tattoos – all in places which are not visible when clothed,I don’t normally like this look but she pulled it off. The sex was amazing and after I banged her the first time my phone started vibrating on the bedside table. It was now 10:15 and my regular was calling me as I was 15 minutes late. I text her back asking if we could meet at 11pm instead and she responded quickly with a tirade of furious Russian expletives. I felt like a proper cunt because I really liked this girl. As I replied to apologise Nastia grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth and moaned as she sucked on it – she seemed to like the taste. I put the phone back on the table and my feelings of guilt disappeared for the next 45 minutes as we carried on fucking. I collapsed in an exhausted sweaty mess and told Nastia that I needed to kick her out as I was now an hour late to meet my “friend”. She quickly got her stuff together and I walked her back to the tube. It was now around 11:15 and I was late to meet my rescheduled date with the regular. I messaged her asking where she was and she told me that she’d gone home – “I can’t believe you did this to me, I thought you were better than this”. Ouch, I guess that’s that romance dead.

Lay Report: Tits out – Gash out

Slightly older than this.

I bagged my 14th daygame lay of the year at the weekend to end a 6 week dry spell – it felt a LOT longer than that. I opened this girl back in April 2016 and I banged her on Saturday, two and a half years later, my longest lead ever. Here’s the story…

11 April 2016

I wasn’t living in London at the time but I was coming down every week for work. It was a Monday evening and I was buzzing with enthusiasm to be daygaming in London. I was up the Baghdad end of Oxford street when I saw her standing outside of Selfridges faffing about with loads of shopping bags as she tried to light a cigarette. She was short, around 5′ 2″, with a slim figure, blond hair and blue eyes. Probably Swedish said my newbie calibration. I hovered outside Selfridges whilst I eyed her up and tried to summon the courage to open before she caught me looking at her, FUCK. Then…

SCUSE ME, YOU GOT A LIGHTA?! Hollered the blondie in a loud cockney accent in my direction.

Uhhm, yes, yes I do.

I was thrown off guard. I lit her cigarette whilst frantically searching my brain for game. Nothing.


Uuuuhm, no, no I’m not… Where do you think I’m from? I remembered some game!

I recovered the set from here and found out that Louise was not from Sweden, she was a cockney from Camden and had a passion for poetry. We chatted for a good 10 minutes whilst she chain smoked three cigarettes. I recall trying to idate her but she told me she had to get home to make dinner for her boyfriend. I told her that it sounded like a serious relationship…


I can work with complicated.


Why yes, yes I do.

Louise had a lot of banter, I normally struggle with girls who are louder than me but it was different with this one, I enjoyed the back and forth and she was hot, a low 8. I took her number, we texted back and forth for a few weeks, but I never got her out.

10 September 2018

It was a Monday again. I was going through a bit of a purple patch in September, every set I opened went well and I’d already gotten two daygame lays in the previous week. I recall getting home from work and heading out to do an hour of solo daygame. I was walking on the North side of Oxford street in the Baghdad direction when I spotted a curvy blond in dark navy double denim and black high heels. I looked her up and down as she walked towards me. She looked straight back at me, she was actually staring at me. IOI, IOI, That’s a huuuuge IOI thought me. I let her walk by to check her out from behind, as I did so she looked back at me too…


I instantly remembered the brash cockney accent. She looked different though, she’d put on weight, but in all the right places and had an impressive rack. Two and a half years is a long time in girl years and it showed as I noticed she’d started to develop crows feet around her eyes. She was now a 7.

Uuuuhm, yes, yes you do. I met you outside Selfridges, right?


haha, well someone has to be chivalrous in this day and age.


We chatted for around 10 minutes as I filled her in on the preceding two and a half years and then I asked how she was doing…


It must be written in the stars… what are you doing now?

It was around 7.30pm, Louise told me that she needed to get some shopping done before everywhere closed. I told her we could meet for a drink when she was finished her shopping and she agreed.


You don’t remember mine either.

Touche luv

My name is Roy.

Louise – do you still have my number?

I pulled out my phone and searched her name, about 10 Louise’s popped up (I never delete girls numbers), I quickly scanned the profile pictures and pressed hers before she saw all the others.

‘Louise Poet’, this is you, right?


I couldn’t see our chat history as I’d gotten a new phone since the first time we met. I pinged her my name and told her to text me when she was ready for a drink.

We met at around 9pm near Oxford street and walked in the direction of my apartment and had a drink at the bar just across from it. I escalated hard and we kissed several times. It was last orders in the bar at 11pm so I tried to bounce her back to my flat. We got to the front door and Louise told me that it was too soon and that she had to get her last train home. I walked her to Baker street tube and she said “next time I’ll come in”.

A couple of weeks passed and we pinged back and forth. We were both busy, I was away a lot with work and she was always busy on the weekends, but we arranged to meet on a Saturday night at the end of September. A few hours before the date she sent me a long rambling message about how she wasn’t ready to date anyone yet as she still wasn’t over her ex. I told her not to worry and that she could text me when she was ready.

Every couple of weeks I sent her a photo ping and she was always very responsive and eventually invited herself out saying that she thought she was “in a better place”. We arranged to meet at 7pm on Saturday past.

10 November 2018

It was raining buckets all day, I was full of a cold and I was pretty certain that Louise was flaking as she was messaging me complaining about the rain. I honestly wouldn’t have minded if she did as I felt like shit. But she didn’t.

She arrived bang on time and had really made an effort. Black high heels, black tights, a short tight black dress which showed off her busty cleavage and a black leather jacket. She’d put a fair bit of make up on too so she looked like a proper slosh pot – I really wanted to bang her.

I walked us to an old boozer for the first venue. I got the drinks in and we sat opposite each other as we caught up. A few minutes in and we were already talking about her messed up past. Louise told me that she had a lot of health problems up until the age of 25 and didn’t lose her virginity until she was 27 (she had just turned 30) and had only ever had sex with three people.

Oh, well that’s both good and bad

What do you mean?

Well you’re obviously not a slut, but it also means you’re probably not very good in bed.

Well, what would you say if I told you I didn’t ave a gag reflex?


Speechless now, aintchya… watch this

Louise lifted her vape pen up off of the table, it was about 20cm long, and proceeded to slide the whole thing down her throat and held it there for a few seconds before pulling it out. She didn’t gag.

Bet you wasn’t expecting that woz ya?

No, no I was not. Interesting party trick you have there.

We moved from the first bar at 8pm to go to the usual speakeasy I normally take my girls to. As we were walking Louise complained that it was cold out.

It’s not cold, this is mild

Well, I’m wearing a little dress and my tit’s are anging out

This is true

I’m tits out – gash out and you’re dressed for winta

You’re what?


Is gash what I think it is?

Course it fuckin’ is. Ain’t you eva eard of that sayin??

We eventually arrived at the second venue and sat near a fire so Louise could warm her tits and gash. We sat on a couch and were all over each other but she kept saying things like “I’m not easy you know, you’ll ave to work ard to get me inta bed”. Of course, of course said me. At around 9 I started floating the idea of going back to mine but she wanted to go to a club. FUCK. I told her how much I hated clubs and how I was a terrible dancer.

Pleeeease, just an hour or two and then we can go back to yours, promise.

The night was still young and I didn’t have to be up early so I reluctantly agreed, lose the battle to win the war. I ordered an uber to Leicester square and 20 minutes later we were in a club called Zoo bar, she paid both our entry fees. As we walked in I was instantly reminded why I hate clubs, the music was deafening, it was a cock-fest and the few girls that were there were mingers. It reminded me why daygame will always be king.

Louise got the drinks in and we stood at the edge of the dance floor as she danced around me. After around 20 minutes of this she got bored and sat on a stool near the dance floor, I stood facing her between her legs. She was kissing me a lot and grabbed my hand and put it on her crotch. I rubbed her pussy over the top of her tights and was just about to pull them down so I could finger her. Then I felt someone tug me hard on my left arm and yank me away from her. I turned in a fit of rage ready say some mean words to my assailant only to discover it was a huge black man and he was also the bouncer. He shouted at me;


I’m not doing anything mate, I was just kissing my girl

Then, Louise had to pipe up;


This seemed to convince the bouncer that we weren’t up to anything (we were) and he left us alone. Soon after this we finished up our drinks and I ordered an uber back to mine. It was plain sailing from here on in. We got back to the flat, I poured the wine and we fucked like rabbits. Unsurprisingly, Louise was VERY good at blowjobs, she swallowed my cock whole and loved it when I face fucked her hard.

I gave her the usual debrief and she told me that if I didn’t come to the club with her she would have went home, so it was definitely worthwhile going.

Time to hibernate?

The desert signifies my dry patch and I like leopards and hot girls. Deep.

It’s been very quiet on here for one simple reason – I am not getting laid [1]. October was the first month this year where I didn’t get a new notch. The Bulgarian has become a regular, I’ve given another regular to Xants [2] and I’ve been dating another couple of girls that I STILL haven’t converted to notches [3]. However, I did go on a “Euro Jaunt” recently. Actually it was more of a piss-up due to the company in tow; Xants, Mr S, his brother and I. 3 out of 4 of us got laid despite the drunken debauchery…

It was our last jaunt of the year, we all had a week of leave left and wanted to use it before it got too cold. Our destination prerequisites were – not too expensive, not too far, not too cold, hot girls and good night life. It was a close call between Kiev and Warsaw – we went with the latter due to the non-existent night life in Kiev and my constant re-assurances to the lads of how much easier it was to get laid in Warsaw. Oh the irony.

We flew out on a Friday night and our spirits were high – boys on tour and all that. We set the tone for the holiday before it began by having a couple of pints at Kings Cross station before getting the train to the airport, then another few pints at the airport, then a few cans of beer on the plane journey there.

Luck of the randomly allocated air plane seat lottery sandwiched me between a cute blonde girl to my left and a not so cute Mr S to my right. As we made ourselves comfortable the gamma in me was explaining to Mr S how I’d downloaded lots of Netflix shows on my phone to watch on the flight.

Why dontchya watchit on hur compuder? Mr S countered.

The girl to my left piped up…

Oh I don’t have any Netflix on this. She had a macbook on her lap

Ignore my friend – he’s Irish. Said me

Fuck dis – I’m goin ta sleep. Said Mr S.

And with that Mr S. proceeded to fall asleep whilst I carried on chatting to the blondie that he technically opened. She was a fashion consultant who travelled the world regularly, advised people how to dress and took pictures of them. She was originally from Poland and was on her way home to see her family for a few days. Our conversation fizzled out after 15 minutes and then she fell asleep. Soon after the drinks lady arrived and Mr S and I got on the beer. As we landed I took the blondies number as she had invited me to a party the next evening. I’d number closed before I’d even touched down in Poland – this is going to be so easy!

We arrived around midnight and got an uber to the city centre. Mr S and his brother went to check into their apartment and Xants and I tried to do the same. The Airbnb instructions told us to go and fetch the keys from a café. As we approached the café we noticed that it looked awfully dark and there were no people in it. Strange. When we got to the entrance we noticed that it was definitely closed. It was 23:45 and the sign said that it closed at 00:00. Lazy feckin’ Poles. I tried to contact the landlord several times but to no avail. Eventually I contacted airbnb and they said they would put us up in a hotel for the night and pay for any expenses (including alcohol) to the value of £30 whilst we did so. We carried on drinking until we couldn’t be arsed checking into a hotel and ended up crashing on Mr S’s couch. I never did claim any expenses.

The next morning we all went for breakfast and soon realised that pork sausages do not exist in Poland – all breakfasts come with those rubbish Vienna type sausages, we were mortified and already wanted to go home. Local resident, Mr R who is originally from Leeds joined us to catch-up before we all parted ways and Xants and I tried again to gain entry to our apartment, this time successfully.

From here on in the rest of the trip is a blur. I remember for the first three or four days that I was approaching a fair bit. I did 40 daygame sets in total and “closed” 20 (mostly on Instagram as they still don’t seem to do whatsapp there) of these. My vibe was terrible throughout as we were hitting it hard in the bars every night and this is where I was arguably more successful.

The reactions on the street were generally good, I only remember a couple of blowouts but something was off. I was getting contact details from half of the girls and most of them were replying – getting them out was the tricky part. There could be myriad reasons for this; they were genuinely busy with Uni, they had boyfriends, they’d been opened 20 times after I opened them, they just gave me their details to get rid, and, and , and… There’s no point losing sleep over it, accept it and move on thought me.

I had four dates on the trip;

  1. Blondie from the plane – I got her out a few days later in the afternoon. We went for coffee then a walk and then a beer. Every time I tried to escalate she recoiled at the same time as biting her bottom lip. Cognitive dissonance in full display if I’ve ever seen it. The old hind brain/fore brain conflict and the fore won again. We agreed to meet a day later but in the intervening time her grandmother died which created somewhat of a cock-block (how selfish!) and I never saw blondie again.
  2. The 9 from last year – This is a girl I had two dates with on my last trip to Warsaw. She had dropped a point having aged a year and a half and put on a little bit of weight. She was still a solid 8 though. She was happy to spend an entire evening with me without actually doing anything, Initially it was nice to hang out with a hot girl but I soon got fed up of this and put her on the spot – “Are you attracted to me or not?”. She told me that she was but that she didn’t want to grow feelings or get attached to me as I was leaving the city. Fair enough. Whore.
  3. Cute Ukrainian – my only proper date from daygame out of the 40 girls I opened. She was a short 21-year-old brunette who worked as a dentist and spoke zero English. I tried to hug her as we met for the date and she recoiled whilst frantically typing “Wow you are so fast!” into her google translate. I wasted around two hours of my time with her, I genuinely liked her but it would have taken about 20 dates to get the lay and I ain’t got time for that shit. We said our goodbyes and I didn’t bother contacting her again.
  4. Mr R’s regular – On my last day I still hadn’t gotten laid so I decided to go hail mary and hunt for SDL’s. As I was walking through the frying pan area of Warsaw (between the underpass and the park) I spotted a tall girl walking slowly with a black dress and high heels. I wasted no time in opening and she was very receptive. Turned out she was Ukrainian and in Warsaw to study – all the hottest girls in the city are from Ukraine. I asked her what she was up to and she said “oh, just walking”. I bounced her for a coffee and we showed each other pictures from our Instagram profiles and added each other as friends. As I looked through her pictures I had a peculiar feeling of familiarity. I was sure I’d seen this girls pictures before but I didn’t know where. After the coffee we went for a walk towards the old town before we settled on an Irish bar for a proper drink. I asked about her plans for the rest of the evening and she told me that she was going to a friends birthday party. It was still bugging me where I knew this girl from. I sent a screenshot of her Instagram to the Warsaw group chat asking if anyone knew this girl. A few minutes later Mr R replied “Yip, that’s my 18 yr/old regular. Be quick, she’s meeting me at 8:30”. Fuck. We finished our drinks and I sent her on her way.

As mentioned above – the nightgame seemed like it would bare more fruit. I probably approached almost as many girls at night, most of them two-sets, as I did during the day. The closest I got to getting laid was a two set I did with Xants with a few nights left.

We were in the smoking section upstairs in a bar/club called Plan B. The night was young and we were scanning for sets, we stood around a small table and I spotted a cute two-set to my left which was directly behind Xants. He was mad keen to do mystery method openers so he cocked his shoulders towards them… “Oi, who’s better, the Rolling Stones or the Beatles?” They stopped what they were talking about and hooked instantly.

The girl closest to him said beatles and the one closest to me (the hotter one) said stones. I congratulated her on her good choice before shutting up and letting Xants proceed. After a few minutes he talked in my ear “this is going nowhere mate, let’s just go”. I begged to differ and insisted that we stick it out a bit longer.

The hotter one, let’s call her Sienna, was slim with longish black hair, pale skin and a fiery personality. She had a funny accent as she’d lived in London for a few years, it was a mix of Queens English and Polish, it was weird and I told her this many times. The other girl was a little frumpier with shorter, brown hair and had more good girl vibes about her.

The four of us spent the rest of the evening together. We had a couple of rounds in plan B before getting a taxi back to our area. As we got in the cab the girls decided that they wanted to show us the clubs that Polish people go to. We reluctantly agreed. They led us to a loud club with lots of pissed up Poles in it. Xants and I scanned the room quickly before turning to the girls and telling them they were coming to Pawilowny with us. They agreed.

We sat downstairs in the serial killer bar, smoked cigarettes and had one more drink. It was now pushing 2am and the bar was closing. We walked the girls in the direction of our apartment and as we got closer I floated the idea of them coming up for a night cap. They agreed.

When we got inside Sienna announced that she had no cigarettes left, neither had I and neither had Xants. I took this as the perfect opportunity to isolate. I asked Sienna to come across the road to the 24hour dive bar with me to buy them there. Her friend wasn’t keen on staying alone with Xants in the apartment but Sienna reassured her that everything would be ok. We got to the bar and as I was ordering the cigarettes I ordered two beers. Sienna feigned a look of surprise but did not protest. We sat beside each other on a couch and within minutes we had tongues down each other’s throats. It was very romantic. We finished the drinks and Sienna said that we should go back to check on her friend. I agreed.

When we got back to the room Xants and her friend had moved to his bedroom. I walked Sienna straight to my room for what I thought was going to be an easy lay. Instead I battled LMR all night long as she insisted that we would not be having sex. Sienna liked it rough and got very turned on when I choked her and pulled on her hair, but every time I tried to finger her she would push my hand away. Eventually she told me that she was on her period. Fuck. I kindly offered to put a towel down, but she wasn’t having it. I got Sienna down to her underwear and as I sucked on her surprisingly nice boobs she gouged her nails deep into my back. At the time I didn’t feel much pain due to the alcohol in my system. At around 5am we both collapsed in an exhausted mess. Sienna woke up again at 6am as she had to get to work, she went out to the lounge to find her friend sleeping on the couch, woke her up and they both left in a hurry.

Still half asleep I staggered to the bathroom for a piss. As I washed my hands I got a glimpse of my back, I turned it to the mirror to get a better look and it was red raw, she had dug her nails in so deep that she’d drawn blood. I returned to the bed and noticed that the white sheets were no longer white, there was blood all over them. Was it her period blood or the blood from my back? Either way it didn’t look good. I went back to sleep and as soon as I woke up I text her saying that I had fun. Sienna didn’t reply for a few hours and I was freaking out. Thankfully she eventually replied saying “me too 😊”. I never got her out again.

I mentioned that 3 out of 4 of us got laid. By now it should be obvious that I was the only one that didn’t get laid – this is a rare occurrence and I was so irritated that I almost had my first melt down. Meanwhile Xants banged a bar game girl on the last night. Mr. S banged two girls from bar game, his little brother banged FOUR, TWO of which were his first daygame notches and most spectacularly, both of them were on the SAME day. The wee bastard. This did not help my vibe but I tried my best to be happy for them all. Truth was I couldn’t wait to get away from them all and get away from Warsaw. Mentally I attempted to console myself with cliché’s – “you win some, you lose some”, “it’s a marathon not a sprint”. But none of that shit matters when you’re there in the moment riding the ups and downs. It would take it’s toll on any man.

I started to feel human a few days after I got back to London so I invited the Bulgarian round. After I’d finished unleashing my sexual frustration on her she lay there on her back huffing and puffing with a curious look on her face;

What’s wrong?

What happened your back and your arms? You’re all scratched and covered in bruises!

I decided this was the appropriate time for a white lie…

Oh, shit, I don’t know. I must have fallen over when I was drunk in Poland.

I could see her processing my lame alibi before she said;

Ok, makes sense.



[1] by new girls

[2] bottom world

[3] one of them proposed to me over whatsapp the other day. Sounds legit.







Now for something completely different

What do you see?

I woke up on Saturday with a slight hangover (surprise!) having drunk most of a bottle of gin the night before whilst round at Xant’s for a game of poker. I had a date lined up that evening with a girl I was pretty sure I was going to bang so I was in good spirits. United were playing early against West Ham so me and a couple of the lads went to a local pub to watch. United were rubbish and we lost. Soon after this my date for the evening sent me a long rambly message explaining how she wasn’t ready to date anyone as she still wasn’t over her ex. Great – “this day can’t get much worse” thought me. But it did, it got a lot, lot worse – so bad that it was actually painful to write this post. But I persevered for my dear readers…

I hit the streets at around 3pm determined to get some fresh leads. I’d only done 12 sets so far in September and it was now the second last day of the month. I’ve been lackadaisical on the approaching front as I’ve been dating a few girls which will hopefully be converted to notches soon.

I met up with an old wing from Dublin and walked with him for an hour and didn’t see any sets to my liking. My wing had to go to work after an hour so I was now walking solo.

As I walked West on the South side of Oxford Street I saw a short blondie walk towards me. There was no IOI but she was walking slow, almost floating. I let her pass to check her out from behind; she was short, slim and had a peachy little butt.

I got in front of her and she freaked out a little jumping a step back as I did so. I told her to relax, I thought she looked cute and I just wanted to say hi – she dropped her guard. I found out Luka was born and raised in Ireland, her Mum was Irish but her Dad was Korean. This gave her a strange look; she was pale with big brown eyes and full pink lips. Every time I tried to hold eye contact with her she would look into my eyes intensely for a second before looking away. She couldn’t handle the excitement. Luka was very softly spoken and strangely had an American accent. I asked her why this was and she told me that it’s because she was home-schooled. She was bullied so badly as a child that her parents had to take her out of school [1]. Brilliant thought me – this girl is proper bonkers.

I carried on with my prattle whilst closely watching her body language, something was up because she kept looking everywhere but me;

Hey, I’m over here! Eye’s on the prize

Oh sorry, everyone is looking at us, I don’t like it

No-one is looking at us, but ok, how about we go get a coffee

OK, where?

There’s a Starbucks just up past Tottenham Court Road, Let’s go

I walked us to Starbucks and she followed. She had a caramel frappacino and I the usual black Americano. I told Luka to go sit while I got the coffees in and she sat at a high table on stools near the toilet. When I joined her we spoke about her awful tattoos and lack of piercings. Soon after this Luka asked if we could walk with our coffees because she felt like everyone was staring at her [2] to which I raised no objections. I led us in the direction of my apartment using the pretence that I would show her a different part of London. Everything was going swimmingly and I was now thinking only one thing – SAME DAY LAY.

As we walked back up Oxford Street I noticed a few people throwing IOI’s in Luka’s direction [3], wow, this girl must be really hot thought me. I led us up the back streets away from the crowds and we chatted about her plans for the rest of the evening – she didn’t have any but wanted to return to Oxford street to buy some shoes before the shops closed. Not bother said me. It was now around 4.30pm; maybe a bit early to start drinking but I proposed we get a real drink at the bar near mine nonetheless. She didn’t object. I got a beer and she had a glass of red wine. The bar was packed and there was nowhere to sit inside or out so we ended up stood by the railings in front of the bar.

As we drank we spoke about why we were both single. I found out Luka had four past boyfriends but they were all “fucked up in the head” [4]. I told her I had similar issues my ex-girlfriends but that my mother told me never to speak about such things on a first date. We eventually got a table outside and sat beside each other. As we spoke I started stroking her hair [5] and said that there was no way that this was her natural colour. Luka told me it was a weave. I thought this was a tad strange for a white girl [6] and Luka told me it’s very common in Korea and that she often changes the colour of her weave.

So what happens if I pull it really hard?

Nothing, try it

Maybe later. Said me with a cheeky smile [7]

As we got to the end of the drinks I gave Luka two choices;

  1. back to mine for some wine
  2. Another bar which was much cosier

Luka went for option 2 [8]. We sat at a couch downstairs, Luka went to sit opposite me but I insisted that she sit beside me. She reluctantly complied but folded her legs up and turned to face me so as to create a human barrier to escalation. As we chatted I stroked her calves and played with her hair [9] and she seemed to enjoy it. This was a basement bar, so it was dark even though it was still broad daylight outside. I can’t remember much of the conversation while we were there as all of it was overshadowed by the following sequence of events…

I’d decided that I was over two hours in and needed to try and kiss this girl. She was sat to my left so I put my left arm around her. Luka felt uncomfortable at first but soon became floppy. A few minutes later I grabbed her chin with my right thumb and forefinger and then it hit me. I felt the sharp prickle of stubble on her chin and instantly felt as if I had been submerged in a bucket of water and was slowly drowning. I could see Luka talking at me but I couldn’t hear a word she was saying. A little raging Roy jumped out of my body and looked down at my real self;


Maybe she’s just hairy like them Portuguese types, my Portuguese ex girlfriend was hairy… but hang on, she NEVER had stubble.

What the hell are you doing?!

This is a fucking man. A fucking man, I have just spent two hours trying to seduce a MAN!

Why didn’t you realise sooner?

I don’t know but it all makes sense now – no friends, everyone looking at her, being a bit weird, it was all right there in front of me.

But why didn’t she…. Not she, stop calling her a she… why didn’t IT tell you? Is this some kind of sick joke????

Ah fuck, I’d better sort this out

Raging Roy jumped back into my body and I came up for air. Luka was still rabbiting away but I hadn’t heard a word HE had said. I looked HIM dead in the eye and whilst trying my hardest to resist the urge to puke in HIS face I said the following;

Is… Is there something that you want to tell me?

What?? Oh, oh, I thought you knew. I thought you knew I was Trans!

No, I DID NOT. I do not try to have sex with MEN!

I thought you knew! And that’s why I didn’t want to go to your place; I didn’t want to freak you out.

Well consider me freaked.

Is this going to be a problem for you?

YES! I do not have sex with men, it’s wrong, it’s not what nature intended and tricking other men into thinking you’re a woman is most certainly not what nature intended!

I wasn’t trying to trick you

So you’ve clearly had a lot of work done, those lips aren’t real, your voice isn’t real… Do you still have a penis?

Yes, but I’m getting it removed very soon

Jesus… this explains everything… but hang-on you said you had 4 boyfriends, I’m assuming they knew?


And they were straight??


Haha – no they were not. They’re also sick

You are offending me now, I think I should go

Ok, goodbye

Luka quickly grabbed his shit and stormed up the steps leaving a full glass of wine on the table. I sat there bemused for about 20 minutes whilst I finished my beer… and then his wine. I had a sick feeling in my stomach and I didn’t know whether to laugh or puke everywhere. I went through it all over and over in my head and couldn’t believe how I’d missed so many clues. However, in my defence this was easily the most convincing tranny I have ever seen in my life. I’ve heard the trannies in Thailand are very convincing; I’ve never been and have no intention of ever going there to find out, but this girl was probably equally if not more convincing. I showed my friends a picture of it afterwards and none of them could believe it was a man.

As embarrassing as this story is, I’m so relieved that it didn’t go any further than it did. Be careful out there lads – bitches be men fronting as bitches.



Things I missed during the interaction which in hindsight are definite tranny flags;

[1] He probably dressed like a girl from a young age

[2] People probably WERE staring at it and I was somehow oblivious to it all. I often find that in daygame when I come out of a set. My wing will tell me I had an audience and I wouldn’t have even noticed. I’m in the moment not caring what anyone else thinks. This is the first time where this worked against me.

[3] They were thinking – “what the fuck is that tranny doing with such a handsome, normal looking guy?!”

[4] More like mentally ill

[5] I feel sick thinking about this

[6] It would be strange for a white girl, totally normal for a tranny though

[7] Eeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuwwwww, EEEEEEUUUUUUUWWWW!!!!

[8] Praise the lord that it said no to this

[9] Eeeeeeeuuuuuuw. You get the point – I’m amazed that I was still clueless right up to this point.

Lay Report: 18 y/o Bulgarian Flag

Similar to this but with bigger breasts and ass.

I wrote most of this post last Monday, I’m getting lazy with this blogging lark…
Another weekend has passed where I did next to bugger all daygame, I did one set on Saturday afternoon but she had a boyfriend. Yet, other leads have been keeping me quite busy. On Friday I went on a second date with a hot Brazilian I closed a couple of Sundays back. I got her back to the flat but she repeatedly told me “you’re not getting any tonight”. She still seems keen so hopefully she will have her own blog post soon. On Saturday I planned to meet up with a Serbian long lead who had just moved to London, but she messed up her logistics and postponed to Sunday afternoon. We went for a walk around London before I bounced her to a bar and kissed her. Hopefully she too will get her own blog post soon. At around 6pm I said my goodbyes to the Serb before meeting up with the Bulgarian I mentioned briefly in my last post and she now has her own…
Lets pick up after I opened the black girl a couple of Sundays back. All the other lads had gone home but Xants and I were not quite ready to end the weekends festivities yet. It was around 8pm now and I turned to Xants;
I could do a cheeky beer
You know what? I was thinking the exact same thing!
Peas in a pod. We made our way to the Argyll arms, got a couple of beers in and watched the world go by. We tried our hardest to drown out the racket coming from the black man who bangs the buckets at the top of Argyll st. I found the perfect distraction in the form of a cute two-set sitting at the table behind us. Xants did the honours and walked straight over. I stayed put and when the time was right he waved me over to join the set. Both girls were Spanish, in town for a week and would be leaving the next morning. One of them was nineteen and the hotter one was only sixteen. Xants tried his best but it soon became evident that the girls only had one thing on their minds – meeting the members of One direction. The 16 year old was stalking their social media feeds whilst Xants tried in vein to spike some interest but to no avail, we were celebrity-mogged so we drank up and said our goodbyes.
We walked down the road to Kingly street and there were still quite a few people sat outside drinking. As we walked by one bar I spotted a cute little blondie throwing me an IOI. She was sat with another girl and there were no guys around them. It was my turn to open so I suggested to Xants that we get a drink and then I’d come out and open them, he agreed.
The girls were sitting at a table opposite each other so I walked straight up and stood to their side.

Javier Bardem ain’t got shit on me

Excuse me, I can see you are both in deep conversation, probably about boys… but my friend and I noticed you as we were walking by earlier. We thought you both looked cute so I had to come say hi… Hi!
They both gobbled the bait. Xants did a sterling job winging and soon after we bounced them inside the bar where we got a table upstairs. I sat beside my target and Xants distracted the other one.
The girls were colleagues at a clothes shop. My target, let’s call her Helen, was 18, from Bulgaria, arrived in London a couple of months ago and was now due to start her degree in fashion. The other girl was from Spain, in her mid-twenties and was Helens boss at the shop. Helen was a solid to high 7, unfortunately for Xants the other girl was a 6.
We all chatted together for about an hour and before we knew it the bar was closing. Xants took the number of the Spaniard and they both made their way home. The Bulgarian had to get a bus from Bond street which was on my way home so I walked with her. As we sat waiting for her bus she told me that she wasn’t ready to go home yet, it was now around 11pm. I tried to pull her back to my flat but she refused so we sat there talking for about an hour. I told Helen about my travels down the years and this led to her asking how old I was. For some reason I thought it would be better to lie…
How old do you think I am?
That’s it.
It was now around midnight and I told her I needed to get up early for work, I took her number and she jumped on the next bus.
The next day, Monday, went for a walk in regents park. She asked my date of birth as we were sat chatting on the bench. I couldn’t figure out the DOB of a 29 yr old fast enough – “You don’t know your own date of birth?!” So I told her the truth. She called me a liar for the rest of the date every 5 mins. The girl had banter.
We met again the following Friday. I took her for drinks around my area and got her back to the flat this time, but she said it was too soon as we’d only met a few days ago.
On Saturday I was out drinking with the lads and she was out with her girlfriends. She messaged me at around 10pm asking if they could join us. She turned up with the same Spanish colleague and another hot crazy Italian girl. Mr S did his best with her but she was so drunk that she ended up jumping in a taxi alone. Xants got nowhere with the Spanish, again. All the bars closed at around 1am so Helen, her Spanish friend and I jumped in an Uber back to my place. I thought the threesome was on. The three of us went straight to my bedroom and I poured us all some wine. I tried several times to get the two girls to kiss but Helen was not playing ball – despite the Spanish girl being keen. After about half an hour of chatting and the girls listening to me playing the guitar Helen got up to go to the toilet. The Spanish girl was sitting on my bed and gave me the eyes as if to say “take me”. So I did, we kissed until we heard footsteps coming back towards the room. I got off the Spanish girl and sat back at my desk, Helen didn’t suspect a thing. Spanish got a taxi home soon after and Helen decided to stay over. I escalated hard but was cock-blocked by her period, she had the manners to finish me off with her mouth though.
A week passed and I invited her out for a picnic in the park on Sunday. It was 7pm and getting dark, we had some wine and snacks in Regents park before the guard kicked us out at 8pm. I walked us in the direction of my place and straight to the bedroom. Before I’d even put any music on or poured wine she pounced on me, I threw her on the bed and soon all our clothes were off. The sex was amazing and I took great joy in pounding her tight little body.
I did the usual debrief. Helen told me that she wanted to have sex with me the moment she saw me walking by, she thought I was attractive. What a coincidence said me, I felt the same way about you. Mutual lust at first sight, how romantic.
I’ll be keeping her on as a regular for the winter months. She’s actually fun to be around which is sadly a quality I find very rare with most girls that I bang.

Lay Report: 22 y/o English black girl

Like this except with straight hair.

I’ve hit somewhat of a purple patch over the last week or so whilst doing hardly any sets. Last Sunday was probably my most productive day in London this summer. I did 6 sets, closed four of them and have been on dates with two of those since. I also did some bar game that same Sunday with Xants and closed a hot Bulgarian 18 year old who I have been on 3 dates with already. I had a near miss with her on Saturday night whilst her friend lay asleep next to us on my bed after I unsuccessfully negotiated a threesome – I clearly need to invest in a hot tub. Hopefully the Bulgarian will get her own blog post very soon.

Last night I banged a girl I closed that Sunday after a filthy set on the street. Here’s the story…

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and I was riding the crest of a wave having got a few strong leads over the weekend and still in a celebratory mood after my SDL a couple of days previous. At around 6pm I met up with the lads to go for burgers. Afterwards the four of us (Xants, Mr White, RR and I) took a walk down Oxford st, Mr White was done for the day and RR wasn’t doing any sets either so it was only me and Xants in the mood to open. Xants popped off to open a cute little brunette so the rest of us stood in a huddle nearby discussing what we’d do for the rest of the evening. I was chatting to Mr White when my spider sense tingled, I just about saw beyond his biceps to catch a glimpse of a black girl approaching behind him.

Mr White, yesterday.

Nicky was slim, a little shorter than me with shoulder length black hair. Her fashion was very outlier with a black choker around her neck, a black boob tube and a short yellow mini-skirt which showed off a very nice pair of legs and a pair of black heels. Her skin was dark brown, not full African and her hips were swaying from side to side as she paraded down the street with a cigarette in her right hand. “Look at that filth there!” I announced to Mr White and RR as I interrupted whatever he was telling me. I let her pass “See you boys tomorrow” I said before making chase.

I got in front, I don’t remember anything I said, but I will probably never forget the electric vibe of the set. Our faces were around 15cm apart and Nicky was purring like a cat as we eye-fucked each other the hole way through, I was seriously considering kissing her on the street but I aired on the side of caution. I found out she was English, but her mum was German and her dad was of African decent hence the lighter skin. She had just finished her shift in Topshop and was on her way to meet some friends so an idate was not on the cards. I took her number and rejoined the lads announcing “I’m probably gonna bang her”.

The texting was fairly simple, I probed her to see when she would be available for a drink and she suggested the following Sunday. I pinged her on the day and it took her a few hours to confirm, but once she did I knew I’d probably be getting laid.

Nicky turned up at Baker st tube on time wearing a bright red leather jacket, a black choker, a tight black top which her nipples were piercing through (no bra!), tight black jeans and black boots. She had definitely come to fuck. She immediately fell into my frame, latching onto my arm as we walked and asked where we were going.

I took her to two venues near my apartment and it was easy peasy to get her home and bang her, I probably could have taken her home after one drink if I was in a hurry. Nicky was 22, a solid 7 for me but I know a lot of guys don’t like the darker girls. There were no real revelations on the date but here are some memorable parts;

Do you get approached by men in the street often?

OMG, almost every day I go to work. But you were so different, I couldn’t believe how close you were standing to me and how confident you were, it was hot

How many boyfriends have you had?

Two, but I’m not looking for a relationship any time soon

How many sexual partners have you had?


There was absolutely no LMR in the bedroom and she was just as dirty as I expected in the sack. I banged her three times, all rawdog as she told me she was on birth control but I really need to start being more careful as I doubt she’s only slept with eleven men.

When did you decided you were going to have sex with me?

I was already considering it when you spoke to me on the street, I knew I would definitely do it when we were having the first drink

Nicky missed her last train home so I let her stay over and she let herself out early the next morning. She was my 56th daygame notch and 18th (including 5 bargame lays) of the calendar year. This brings me level with Mr S who shot way ahead of the back in July banging 9 girls in a month – The competition is heating up.


Lay Report: SDL with an English student

brunette-with-fringe-iron-railingsAugust has been fruitful in London, I bagged my fourth notch of the month [1] on the last night and it was my first same day lay of the year; all I had to do was turn up. Here’s the story…

I’d been working from home all day and was eager to get out of the house and speak to real people. It was Friday evening so I text all the lads to see if anyone was up for winging and/or beers after. Xants had a date, Mr White was on a jaunt, Ricky Roma was boxing then staying in and Mr S was ill in bed. Solo it was then. My mantra was – fine, more sets for me, I’ll just have to go out and get my same day lay knowing full well that the odds of doing so were very low (0.37% or 1 for every 269.25 sets, to be precise).

I hit the streets at around 5.30pm and got my first set out of the way quick sharp – blowout. I saw another hot girl twenty minutes later – blowout. My third set was good but she had a boyfriend. I closed the fourth, which was a hot English girl with huge breasts and no bra. I did two more sets after this getting mild interest but boyfriend rejections. It was now almost 8pm and I decided to call it a day. As I was walking up Oxford Street in the direction of my apartment I spotted a cute longhaired brunette with a huge fringe walking slowly towards me. It was getting dark now so I waited until she got closer to get a better look. She was dressed like a tramp with a big baggy jumper over the top of a stripey shirt, black jeans and dirty trainers. But she did have a very pretty face with big blue eyes and prominent cheek bones, Melanie was a low 7 who could probably dress herself up to be a solid 7. I was about to let her go, then at the last second she threw a sly glance in my direction just as she assumed she was out of my peripheral vision. Fuck it.

I got in front and told her she looked cute in an alternative hippy sort of way, I guessed that she was probably listening to the Arctic Monkeys (She had headphones in before I opened). She giggled saying that she wasn’t but that she did in fact like the Artic Monkeys. Hook point. It was quite a long set in which I found out she was English, from a small town just outside of London and a philosophy student who had just finished her degree. She would be leaving London to go back to her hometown for good in two days. PERFECT!

Melanie told me that she had been out shopping all day and was now about to go home. Booooooring, come on it’s Friday night, let’s get a drink

Oh I don’t know, I need to get up early tomorrow and pack my life up… Where would we go?

I know a nice bar just back up that way

Well, I guess we can have one

I walked us in the direction of my apartment stopping off at the Lamb and Flag bar, just off Oxford Street. The bar was packed so we stood outside drinking a pint of beer each. The conversation was flowing and she was actually a very interesting girl. I suggested we go to another place where we could actually get a seat and she agreed. I walked us to a bar very close to my apartment and we sat at a table outside. Melanie asked for a gin and tonic this time, so I got her a double. I asked if she minded if I smoked and she said, “Only if I can have one”. If they smoke they poke.

I told her about all my travels and she asked how old I was. I told her my real age and Melanie told me she had just turned 22. She said that she didn’t care how old the guys were she dated, only how they behaved. It was refreshing to hear this from an English girl. The double gin was doing it’s job nicely as Melanie was getting a little tipsy now. I suggested one more drink at another bar just around the corner and she agreed.

We sat on a big couch and I got her another double gin and myself a beer. We started discussing what we like in the opposite sex, there was no need for the questions game. Then she escalated me;

Loaded question, but, what do you think of gay people?

Couldn’t give a shit, people can do whatever or whoever they want, as long as I don’t have to watch

Interesting, because I like girls

You’re a lesbian?!

Haha no, I like both

Oh, so do you like guys or girls more?

It’s not that simple

Have you had sex with both at the same time?


Have you had more girlfriends or boyfriends?

Only one of each

Do you enjoy sex with men or women more?


I mean how do girls even have sex? Scissoring?

Scissoring is boring, we just finger and lick each other out normally

Well that’s not real sex.

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Soon after this I pulled her in for the kiss and she was all over me. I pushed her off after a minute or so telling her that I didn’t want her to get us thrown of my local pub. As we got to the end of the drinks I suggested that we go for a walk and she followed. We got to my front door and she was reluctant to come in at first. “Just one drink, you can leave whenever you want”. In she came.

The rest was easy, the clothes were soon off and we had some grotty sex. Melanie had a nice little body – small breasts with a big ass and a small waist. I took great pleasure in spanking this shit out of her pale white ass cheeks and admiring the warm red glow as I banged her doggy style. I let her stay over and then kicked her out in the morning before joining the lads for breakfast at our local café with a smug grin on my face.


[1] I banged a girl from night game on a stag do in Latvia. I don’t remember much about it to be honest.

Date Report: Crushing a Slavic Princess

This is actually quite close.

I didn’t get laid, but this was one of my more memorable dates. Lena was definitely not a yes girl and called for a dust down of all the weapons in the Walker War chest. At the beginning of the date she was a stroppy entitled little princess and at the end she was like a puppy dog bending to her masters every will. Here’s how I did it…

I opened her a few Saturdays ago in London. It was an odd day in that I did 9 sets (almost double my usual haul this year) and had only closed one (a third of my usual). That’s daygame – completely random in microcosm, but it evens out over the macrocosm of the year giving you a fair reflection of where your game is at.

The set itself was nothing special. She had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, was around 165 cm tall and had a great body – slim with hour glass curves – very slavic looking. I told her she must be Russian and she said she was. I pressed further to find out she was actually from Latvia. Apparently a lot of people from Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine and the surrounds all consider themselves Russian. Whatever. Lena was a lawyer and in her mid-twenties who had been living in London for 7 years. I took her number and we went our separate ways.

The texting was lazy on my part, and yes, I used lots of emoticons, feel free to report me to the PUA adjudication police.

Lena told me she was busy so I rolled off for two weeks and it was pretty easy to set up the date after that. I got her out last night – Friday at 19:30. She turned up 25 minutes late but text ahead telling me she wouldn’t be on time. When she arrived at the meeting point she looked very hot. Navy blue high heels, tight blue almost spray-on nylon pants, a white blouse which revealed a small amount a cleavage and a black leather jacket. Her make-up was modest with a little bit of lipstick and she had done her hair, it was long almost touching her ass. Lena was a high 7 but tonight she’d dolled herself up to look like an 8.

We greeted, I told her she looked nice and then walked her in the direction of my usual first venue. Then it started.

How was your trip?

It was great thanks.

Come on I want more information, what did you do, where did you go, why did you go there?

Have you ever heard of a stag do? – she looked confused.

Why are you talking about that? just tell me what happened.

I’m getting to that, this is part of the explanation.

I knew most slavic girls have never heard of a stag do. As I tried to explain to her what it was she would repeatedly cut me off. This all happened on the five minute walk to the first venue. I was getting irritated. I smashed through my story all the while motioning for her to shut up by hushing her mouth with my index finger. I had a princess on my hands, but she was hot so I decided to persevere. For now.

The first venue I usually take them to was closed, so I walked her to a nearby restaurant and we each had a glass of wine on stools at the bar.

I attempted to go through the comfort fluff, but she kept pressing me asking what I did in Riga. I told her that was boring and I wanted to know about her. I changed the subject and every time I’d ask her a question she would give me one word answers then flip it back on to me. I’d start answering and just as I’d get into my answer she would interrupt telling me I took too long to answer.

Are you in a hurry or something?

No, you can just be more to the point.

I changed the topic.

I like your hair, what’s the longest it’s ever been? – She pointed to beneath her ass and I touched the same area.

Here?! Really? That’s great, I love long hair.

Why don’t you have long hair then?

I’m a man, men should have short hair.

But your hair isn’t short.

I have a number one back and sides (almost as short as you can get). I still couldn’t figure out if this girl was socially retarded or shit-testing me on purpose.

I ploughed on…

Your accent is weird, it’s a strange mix of Russian and Queens English. I like it.

No, my accent is foreign it’s not English.

Well my ears tell me otherwise. My Irish accent has also changed since I left home, whenever I go back my family tell me I sound like a foreigner.

No, you sound as Irish as can be.

I was getting frustrated and fast, everything I said she would either cut me off or disagree for no rhyme or reason. I sighed, took a big sip of my wine and leaned back into my high stool (the stools had backs). I switched off, I believe they call this a vacuum. After around twenty seconds she bit…

What’s wrong?

I sat up and stared her dead on in the eyes…

Well you’re not very good at this, are you?

Good at what?

Having a conversation.

What do you mean?

Well the key to a good conversation is; one person speaks, the other one listens and responds when the first person stops speaking.

I disagree, I think I’m good at conversation.

Oh, and disagreeing with everything the other person says is also bad conversation etiquette. – She was silent and I could see she was shook, she could no longer hold eye contact.

Look, would you like me to leave? If it carries on like this then we are both wasting our time.

Are you being serious? It’s taken me over an hour to get ready and I’ve travelled all the way across London.

Well play nice, I don’t tolerate bullshit.

She almost melted in front of me, her eyes grew soft, her chin dropped and her shoulders drooped. She touched my forearm…

Please, don’t leave.

OK, drink up, we have to be at the next place in 5 minutes.

I bounced her to the same basement bar as usual and we got a couch. I didn’t dare attempt the questions game, I find it’s best only to play this when the girls frame is weak. Lena’s was like steel but as I turned up the heat it slowly became more malleable.

She asked me about my travels and each time I would launch into a story she would keep trying to interrupt and I would playfully slap her on the back of the hand “now, now, I told you play nice” and she would giggle. This happened several times.

I’ve noticed you like to touch me a lot, it feels like you’re not being real

My hands have a mind of their own I don’t control them.

I clasped my hands together and put them between my knees and clenched them together simulating my hands being tied.

I will try to stop touching you, but it will be difficult and I will not be myself this way.

She giggled and bit her lip before slapping my hands and saying “OK”.

We spoke about the usual stuff without actually playing the questions game, how many times do you do this to girls on the street? Why are you single? bla bla. They all ask the same things. I had my arm around her now and she was collapsing into my chest. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She gave me a peck.

You’re too direct, you should be more nice.

Are you giving ME dating advice?

Yes, you clearly don’t do this a lot.

Shit, maybe you’re right. What else should I do? – I LOL’d inwardly

You should compliment a woman more, you shouldn’t touch her so much and you most definitely shouldn’t tell her you’re going to walk out at the start of the date.

Well you brought that upon yourself.

This time she pulled me in and the levees had burst, we kissed with full tongue and she was groping me all over. It was now around 10pm and we had to vacate the table we were sat at.

I walked her to another bar close to my apartment, she was fully supplicating, we had arms around each others waists as we walked and had more pleasant conversation. We got to the bar and sat on a couch again. We spoke about what we each looked for in a partner and I reeled off a massive list. She told me I would be single forever. The vibe was good now and we were bantering back and forth. Lena told me I was much nicer when I smiled.

It was now 11pm, I asked her curfew and she told me she would get the last tube at 1am. I suggested we go for a walk, she agreed and I walked her straight to my front door. I gave her the usual line “one drink, you can leave whenever you want”.

I poured the wine and I sat on the couch playing my guitar, she sat on the floor facing me, her legs were crossed in a yoga pose as she gazed up at me in awe. After a few minutes of that I put my guitar to one side and pushed her back onto the floor, we kissed heavily and I undid her blouse as we rolled around on the carpet. I pulled her surprisingly large breasts out of her bra and began sucking on them. She moaned with pleasure for a few seconds before pushing me off and saying “NO! This is too fast, I’m not that type of girl”. I rolled off and put some music on Youtube, she chose some Russian stuff and we lay on the bed chatting for bit. We kissed a few more times and then I walked her back for the last tube.

Hopefully this is not the end of this story.



Lay Report: A Saudi Sloshpot

Employment and working in Saudi Arabia
Looks much younger and more petit. So, nothing like this girl.

I’ve been plugging away at the daygame when time permits. On Thursday I went out for an hour and did one terrible set, on Friday I did two terrible sets and on Saturday I did one really good set followed by four terrible sets. One is all it takes for an epic story. And here it is…

I went out at around 4pm on Saturday and I was enjoying walking around with Mr White shooting the shit. It got to almost 5:30pm and I STILL hadn’t done a set. I wasn’t weaselling there was just nothing about. Mr White was telling me how he was moving into a bigger bedroom in his apartment as we walked up Regent street to cross Oxford street and turn left towards Selfridges. Then BAM, my spider sense tingled as I caught a short little back haired girl walk past us on my left. I didn’t get a look at her face but I didn’t hang about and made chase…. “Hold that thought Mr W”…

As I weaved through the crowd of people to catch up I got a good look from behind – she wore pink heels, a pink mini skirt and a white lacy top with black bra straps poking out the sides – she seemed dressed for Saturday night not day.

I got in front and it did not disappoint. Noura wore wide rimmed glasses over very dark brown, almost black eyes, her lipstick was pink and she had a great little figure with wide hips and a narrow waist. She was a solid to high 7. Noura looked very confused as I delivered my pre-opener but as soon as I told her I thought she looked very cute a huge smile broke out on her face and with it I had hook-point.

I like how co-ordinated you are – your heels, skirt, nails and lips are all matching in pink. You have clearly put a lot of effort in before leaving the house today

haha noooo. I’ve just bought this outfit and put it on straight away. I was out last night and I wanted to make myself feel pretty today

She had succeeded and I told her so. I carried on with my stack telling her that she definitely wasn’t English as she had a slight American accent and a Persian look to her. Noura told me she was from Saudi Arabia and had been living in London for the past month and with this my eyes lit up at the prospect of a new flag. I found out she was here to study business and computer programming and that she loved living in London because she could express herself freely. I got a lot of outlier vibes from her; she wasn’t wearing a hijab and had a lot of flesh on display, she lit up a cigarette in front of me, she had plans to go out to another nightclub later that evening and she was oozing sex appeal. At the end of the set I asked her immediate plans, she told me she was going to drink a coffee and then go home and get ready to go out. I decided not to go for the idate as I assumed (wrongly) that she was living in London for the foreseeable. We exchanged numbers and as she typed my name into her contacts I said “you can save me as ‘Roy Handsome Irish Man'”. She saved me as ‘Roy Hot Irish Man’. I took it as an IOI.

As I returned to Mr White he looked quite giddy and said;

That looked on, she looked a right sloshpot! You may as well write that blog post now. Call it ‘Saudi Sloshpot’. It’ll be a great title, it’s got the flag, the word sloshpot AND alliteration!

If I get the bang then I will definitely do that

I sent the feeler a couple of hours later while I was having dinner and drinks with Mr White, Xants and his regular. She replied just under an hour later asking what I was up to. I didn’t want to get dragged to a night club so I led the way with logistics.

No fannying about.

She joined us at the bar 20 minutes later as I was out the front having a smoke. She was still wearing the same outfit so clearly hadn’t been home in the intervening hours. We had a quick chat before I brought her in and introduced her to everyone. I took her over to the bar with me to get her a drink. I asked her what happened to the club plans and she said that she was too tired for that. I told her we would have one drink with my friends then me and her would go somewhere else. She was keen.

Noura was clearly not timid around new people, she’d come out for drinks with a (‘hot’) man she had met just a few of hours earlier and was now chatting away freely to his friends. I was impressed.

We finished up our drinks and I walked us in the direction of my apartment. We went to a bar very close to the flat and sat on stools by a window. Noura began telling me about her life in Saudi; how her mother is a very strict Muslim but her dad was more relaxed. She hated living there as she gets a lot of abuse for not always wearing a hijab. I found out she was 21 and was actually leaving London the following Monday morning (two days from then). FUCK. I decided to speed things up by starting the questions game and she loved it asking the usual questions when a girl is attracted; why are you single? do you do this to all the girls? have you ever cheated on a girl? etc. Soon after this there was a silence in the conversation. I stared into her dilated huge black eyes, then down at her big pink lips, they visibly quivered and I took this as my cue to pull her in for the kiss. She was all in putting both hands around my neck and digging her nails in slightly as she did so. “The SDDL is on!” thought me.

It was now around midnight and the bar was closing. I walked us to my apartment which was around the corner and we lit up a cigarette on the way. When we got to the front door she was reluctant to come in at first. I told her “Just one drink, you can leave whenever you want”. She agreed and in she came. I poured us some wine and played a couple of tunes on the guitar as she lay on the bed cooing. I put it down and joined her on the bed. We kissed a lot as I slid my hand up her skirt and rubbed her soaking wet pussy over the top of her underwear, she grabbed my cock over the top of my jeans and then freaked out, pushing me off and saying “NO! We can’t do this. Not tonight!” I was confused as it had been smooth sailing up until this point. I suggested we watch videos on Youtube but she told me she wanted to go home as it would take her two hours to get there and she needed to start packing to go back to Saudi. I was devastated as I felt a surefire notch slip out of my grasp. But then she threw me a lifeline;

What are you doing tomorrow?

Not sure yet. (I had planned on smashing the daygame. Obviously)

Let’s meet tomorrow, I’m free all day

OK, I’ll take you for a picnic in the park

Soon after this I walked her to the bus stop and as she boarded she said “Tomorrow, OK?!”

We arranged to meet on Oxford street the next day at 2pm. We were both late and ended up meeting at around 3pm. It was another baking hot day in London so I decided against my usual date uniform of boots, jeans and a t-shirt instead opting for trainers, shorts and a t-shirt. As I approached her I wondered if it was the same girl. She was in converse, white short shorts and a little yellow boob tube. She looked a LOT younger due to the casual clothing and lack of heels. I got a boner whilst simultaneously worrying that I could be a closet peado.

We went for some iced coffees before walking to Regents park, stopping off at the supermarket to buy booze and snacks along the way. I picked out a shaded spot under a tree and we set up camp there. I spent this first 30mins or so building more comfort, asking what her plans for her future were and more about her family. Soon after this she rested her head on my leg as she lay on her back. I stroked her flat stomach and she was practically purring as I did so.

We exchanged stories about our respective upbringings. I told her what it was like growing up in a divided city and on a farm in Ireland, she told me about getting addicted to zanex pills at 13 years old to try and escape the enforced rules of her society. Her first 6 “partners” were girls, although they never had sex, just lots of kissing and the occasional finger blast. I poured more fuel on the fire;

How many times have you actually had sex?

I honestly didn’t know what to expect. Noura had told me that it’s normal in Saudi for girls to be in relationships and never have sex.

You mean full sex?

Yes, penis in vagina

Oh. I guess only twice

Noura started showing me kinky pictures and videos of herself on her phone, she showed me a video of her masturbating, in others she was smoking cigarettes and pouting seductively with slutty red lipstick whilst wearing a hijab. Allah would not have approved.

I recalled a Tom Torero podcast I’d listened to a couple of years earlier, he was talking about how girls from these countries can be very sexually adventurous if they escape. I never believed it, but I was seeing it right before my eyes now in a hot young girl who seemed filthy despite what her mother and Allah told her.

How many people do you know that are like you in Saudi?

None, I’m the one percent

Soon both of us needed the toilet so we packed up and went to a bar near my apartment to use the facilities and get another drink.

We sat on stools at a window, I was alternating between stroking her leg and playing with her hair. I commented that her legs were very smooth and she told me that she’d had her entire body lazered . Good girl. I could see she was getting very horny now;

On a scale of 1 to 10, how horny are you right now?


I pulled her in and kissed her before pushing her away and whispering into her ear;

Want to know what I’m going to do to you when I get you home?


I’m going to slowly peel off each layer of clothing and kiss every part of your body until you beg me to fuck you

Take me home now

Her drink was already finished but I still had half a pint and I have a strict leave no beer behind policy. I had a dilemma, I compromised by taking one big swig, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the bar.

We walked quickly to my apartment and once inside she ran ahead of me into my bedroom and threw herself on the bed with her legs akimbo. I made her wait until I put some music on because I knew Ricky was in his room with his girl. “Hurry!!” she pleaded.

I joined her on the bed, kissing her on the lips before moving down to her neck. I pulled her upright and removed her top. As I stood up to take off my t-shirt she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one fell swoop and proceeded to suck my cock like her life depended on it. I pushed her back onto the bed, removed her shorts and underwear in the same manner and licked her out before turning her around to lick her ass (it was very clean), she started screaming;


Say please

Pleeeeeease, FUCK ME, pleeeeease

Say pretty please

Pretty pretty please FUCK MEEEEE

I slapped on a condom and carried out my duties. It was some of the best sex I’ve had on this daygame adventure and I thanked the daygame Gods as she continued to scream “Pleeeease” whilst I banged her from every angle I could think of. Half way through the condom came off and I didn’t have anymore left. I decided to proceed without it and she didn’t kick up a fuss.

I gave her the debrief asking her when she had decided to have sex;

When I heard you strum on that guitar I knew that I wanted you deep inside me

How sweet.

It was now around 7.30pm and the sex had clearly been too much for her because she passed out on my bed. I let her snooze as I watched Fauda on netflix, it felt highly appropriate to be watching a show with lots of women in hijabs having just banged one who should be wearing one. Eventually she awoke at 11pm for round two and this time was even better with both of us cuming at the same time. I don’t think that’s ever happened from a daygame lay before, it must be love.

It was now around 1am and I had work the next day and she had a flight to catch back to Saudi Arabia the next morning. I walked her back to the same bus stop and off she went into the night probably never to be seen again.

Allahu Akbar!

Lay Report(s): I’ve Always Liked Long Leads


I’ve been back in London for just over a month and it has been eventful to say the least. I’ve tried to get back into a healthy routine with better nutrition and more gym, however, booze has still played a large part. I’ve started a new job, which I almost got fired from due to sheer idiocy on my part (this may have something to do with the boozing). I’ve done some daygame and it has largely been terrible. 63 sets in total so far, 14 closes and two dates to nowhere from those leads. I went on another date to nowhere with a Serbian girl that I met on my most recent trip there, she bored me to tears with tales of her struggles to get a UK visa, I didn’t care, I just wanted to bang her and I think she picked up on this.

A couple of Sundays ago I was spring cleaning my old whatsapp chats and I got all the way down to March 2018. There was four girls that I closed when I was back in London for a couple of days between moving back from Australia and heading to Manchester. I read through the chats and realised that they were all keen and I was the one who stopped replying because of bad logistics on my part. I sent all four the exact same ping – “Hey trouble, Guess who’s back in town”.

4 out of 4 replied.

The first was a Romanian girl I closed on the street, she replied a few times but then ghosted when I invited her out.

The second was a lead from bar game, I got her out last week and banged her. She was English but her parents were from Hong Kong so she looked Asian. I had a great time with her and even had her around for a repeat. However, she was only a 6 and I probably won’t see her again, but a notch is a notch as they say.

The third was a very cute little English girl, 20 years old. She replied enthusiastically confirming a date for a Friday night. I thought it was on. However, when I pinged her on the Friday lunch time she replied quickly and then blocked me.

The fourth was a cute girl from Italy, here’s the story…

It was the most internationally celebrated day of the year – St. Patricks day, and I was out in London with the lads. I should have been jet-lagged having only got off the plane from Australia the previous day, but I was in great spirits. The quality of girls on the streets was much higher than what I’d become accustomed to in Melbourne, I was happy to see my mates and we’d had a couple of beers. It was around 10pm and most of the other lads had gone home so Xants and I decided to do a few laps of Leicester square and see if we could bounce a two-set or two into the casino. I saw a cute little girl with big pointy glasses and long black wavy hair walk towards me at a brisk pace. I peeled off from Xants and got in front. I can’t remember much about what was said only that she was Italian, lived in London studying biochemistry and was in a hurry to meet her friends. I took her number and off she went into the night.


After some texting back and forth I eventually got her out on Wednesday evening past. Giulia arrived a few minutes late looking hot in a figure hugging black dress, red lipstick and had nice legs on display. She was around 160cm tall – the perfect height for a girl in my opinion. Immediately she fell in to my frame, big smile, kiss on both cheeks and she latched onto my forearm as I led the way.

I walked her to Bok bar which is a nice pub in Marylebone where you can sit outside. We chatted about how we met and how exciting it was, she told me how she thought we would never meet again. Giulia was leaving town for good on Friday, she would spend her last night having a farewell party. The fact that she was spending her penultimate night with me was a good sign.

The conversation flowed and the drinks were soon finished, I bounced her to the next venue which I had pre-booked, an awesome little underground speakeasy. We sat on a big couch and she melted into it, hooking her knees up and leaning them against my leg as we played the questions game. Her first question was “why are you single?” and I told her the simplest answer “I haven’t found the right girl yet”… I babbled on for about 10 minutes on this subject. Her next question was

Do you talk to girls on the street often?

You weren’t the first, you probably won’t be the last, but I don’t do it all the time. I hate online dating and have had a few bad experiences with it. Nowadays, if I see a pretty girl, she looks in a good mood and most importantly I’M in a good mood, I’ll say hello. Someone has to be chivalrous in this modern age of tinder and love island bullshit.

Giulia was mesmerised and she told me that she loved my long answers, she probably knew that I’d had plenty of practice. We had two glasses of wine and spoke about all sorts before I eventually went for the kiss. There was no resistance, she was all in. I got the bill and said “let’s go”. I walked us to my front door, upon arrival I announced “I live here, let’s go in for one more glass of wine”. She agreed.

I took her straight to the bedroom and didn’t even bother giving her a tour of the flat. She kicked off her black plimsoles and lay on the couch with an expectant smile on her face. I poured the wine and picked up my guitar and blasted out Wonderwall, the hardest song to play on the guitar. She looked at me as I played as if to say “Will you just fuck me already?!”

I put the guitar down and put some music on, I walked over to her and she pounced on me. I had warmed her up so much that she was like a pressure cooker exploding when I eventually went for it. She pulled my top over my head as she frantically kissed me, I picked her up and threw her on the bed. All our clothes were off within seconds and she was sucking on my cock like it was as tasty as a twister ice lolly. She insisted I wore a condom but the sex was still great, I lasted an entire five minutes and she thanked me afterwards. “Wow, you’re really in good in bed!” She proclaimed. I wasn’t, I had got her so horny that even boring missionary would have satisfied this girl.

I rolled off and we cuddled for a few minutes, it was now around 11pm and I had work the next day. She wanted round two and I told her that I had no condoms left, which was the truth. I thought this would get me out of having to go again but Giulia enthusiastically announced “don’t worry, I have some in my bag!”. Great. We went again but I couldn’t cum. Moments later I lay there and yawned, she took the hint and said that she should get going. We got dressed and I walked her back to the tube. We both knew that we would probably never see each other again, but neither of us cared, we enjoyed each others company for one night. These type of nights are exactly the reason why I love daygame.

Saint Petersburg 2018 Review


I’ve been back in sunny London for a couple of weeks now and it has felt good to plug back in and get some routine into my life. I become a total rabbit on Euro Jaunts – smoking, drinking, eating crap, daygaming and going on dates is all I do and I never make time to do anything productive. It’s not a healthy lifestyle and each one of these trips knocks a year of two off my life expectancy, but I have bloody good fun whilst doing so.

I enjoyed last years three day reccy so much that I decided to go back to Saint Petersburg this time for three WEEKS. It was a thoroughly enjoyable trip full of ups, downs, PUA handbags politics, steaks, burgers, piss-ups, hangovers, babushkas, multiple flat moves, dates, a mini-relationship and a couple of bangs. Here’s the story…

After a fruitless week in Krakow my enthusiasm was high as I boarded the plane to Saint Petersburg. Nick arrived at the airport from Newcastle slightly after me. We got our local sim cards and after some pissing about eventually jumped in an uber to the city centre. There was a sense of excitement in the air; Nick had never been to the city before and I was eager to see if it would live up to the promise showed on the previous years trip.

We both checked into our respective accommodation, showered and met for food in a little restaurant just off Nevsky prospect. Nick was talking loudly and telling tall tales (I can’t remember what about – it was probably about the 1,056,323rd book of the year he was reading), but I noticed that the girl to his right kept looking at him and smiling as he did so. I sent him a message to tell him this. A few minutes later he opened her indirectly(!) Before we left the restaurant he took her instagram, so he’d already got a lead before any daygame was done. Bastard.

We hit the streets but the sky was grey and it started to rain so went to Galleria mall and got a few sets done in there, soon after this we gave up and hit the bar.

This is where the latest motely crew assembled. Seven, Nick, Mr Arr, his friend and I drank 7% ale as we waited for Ricky Roma to arrive later that evening. Things got quite lively to say the least and when Ricky did eventually turn up we were all pretty wasted. We carried on late into the night/morning and this would set the tone for the rest of the trip.

The next morning I woke up with the worst hangover I’ve had in years. I recall walking for breakfast with Ricky, he was walking at his usual brisk pace and I could barely put one foot in the other – I couldn’t even do the Walker Walk! I felt really hot but could feel cold sweat rolling down my forehead, I was starting to get dizzy and thought that I was going to pass out. The place Ricky wanted to go was still a fair distance away.

Ricky, can we please just go somewhere closer, I don’t feel well

Are you serious?


The expression on Ricky’s face morphed from confused and irritated to almost empathic once he realised I wasn’t trying any frame control bollox.

Ok, Ok

We went to the nearest restaurant and as soon as I ate I started to feel human again. After this we hit the streets and I did my first set of the day outside the Galleria mall, somehow I made a miraculous recovery and was full of energy as I took my first number, which would eventually lead to my first notch and a mini holiday romance. Things were looking up.

I won’t bore you with a play by play of the trip. As usual I’ll let the (daygame only) stats do most of the talking …

SPB – ’18 Moscow- ’17
Sets 72 128
Sessions 16 19
Sets per session 4.5 6.74
Number 29 40.28% 47 36.7%
FB/Insta 5 6.94% 3 1.6%
Flake 4 11.76% 14 28.6%
Date Flake 0 0.00% 14 10.9%
idate 4 5.56% 3 2.3%
D1 6 8.33% 6 4.7%
D2 4 5.56% ?
D3 5 6.94% ?
D4 0 0.00% ?
Near Miss 3 4.17% 1 0.8%
Lays 1 1.39% 1 0.8%
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in … 2.12 2.61
Approach to Lay… 1 in… 72 128

Nick mentioned to me towards the end of the trip that he didn’t know why I preferred SPB so much compared to Moscow, especially considering that I had the same results in both – one daygame bang and one nightgame. Whilst this is true, the stats tell a different story. Despite winging and hanging out with me a lot, Nick was clearly oblivious to the fact that I was getting a lot of numbers and going on dates almost every night whilst he watched the football or played computer games.

I did 72 sets over 16 sessions, an average of 4.5 a day. I only did one proper number farm, which was on my third day, doing 13 sets, other days I did none, but on most I did 4 or 5. I closed 34 of these giving an approach to close rate of just above 1 in 2. This is not quite Belgrade levels (1 in 1.5) but it’s still bloody good. These numbers are significantly better than my Moscow performance but the biggest difference was on the dating. Unfortunately I didn’t record the number of D2’, D3’s and D4’s last year so I can’t do a direct correlation. But I clearly remember being frustrated for most of my time there and not having very many dates. I never had this feeling in SPB.

Why the difference?

Saint Petersburg is very centralised with all the main daygame split between the main high street, Nevsky Prospect and Galleria mall. You can walk everywhere and there are not really any “dead zones” along the way, there’s always a set to be had.

Moscow is the opposite, although the population is bigger, its spread out across different areas with many dead zones between them. It can be very hit and miss and if the weather is bad, you may as well stay home. This is not the case with SPB, the Galleria mall is huge and you could probably do sets in there all day.

In terms of quality I think it comes down to your personal preference but for me SPB is miles better. I was VERY underwhelmed by Moscow after hearing such positive reports from all and sundry. Belgrade is still number 1 for me in terms of quality and SPB is a distant second.

Don’t get me wrong, there are very hot girls in Moscow, but when I was there I was walking around for an hour or two before I saw one. In SPB it was rare for me to walk more than 30mins without seeing a solid 8.

One very big difference between the two cities is the r/K balance. The SPB girls APPEAR to be more r. You will see many girls with stupid coloured hair and covered in tattoos and piercings. This is very rare in Moscow. However, the reason I say “APPEAR” to be more r is that I closed my fair share of these ratbags, 6 in total I believe (see photos below). I only opened them because I thought they would be easy to get out but this was not the case. Most of them were happy to give the number but I only got one of them out. When I did get her out she told me she had a boyfriend within three minutes of my arrival. I downed my pint quickly before excusing myself and wishing her a nice life. Later that day I declared to Nick that I was “done with ratbags” as they were nothing but timewasters. All of my other dates were with K girls and these understood the seduction process much better. I think the ratbags were just after the attention and validation hence doing such stupid things to their otherwise attractive bodies.

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Another thing in SPBs favour is the nightlife and its proximity to the daygame strip. We quickly developed a routine of meeting in Dead Poets and making our way towards a bar called Union – this is where I got nightgame lay from. I didn’t enjoy nightlife in Moscow and most of it was nowhere near the daygame areas.

The Dates

I went on a total of 23 dates [1] and it could easily have been more if I had the patience to keep trying with a few girls who wouldn’t put out.

Three of these were with the 18 y/o and I even saw here three more times AFTER the lay. I actually enjoyed her company (we even still text!.. this is mostly her sending me semi-nude selfies); she had banter and even took joy in AMOGing me in front of my friends one evening. She left the city when I still had one week left which freed my up to refocus my efforts on new notches.
Victoria’s Secret Girl

I went on three dates with a girl who worked in Victoria’s secret, lets call her Victoria. I opened her on her way to work early in the trip. She was my height with black hair, dark drown eyes and tanned skin, she almost looked Serbian, a high 7/low 8. Victoria was very slim and I would later find out this was because she was bulimic. On the first date I thought I was getting the lay for sure. At the first venue she drank the same Irish beer as me and was chain-smoking cigarettes. I bounced her to a wine bar and she drunk her glass in minutes complaining that they never pour enough. I bounced her back to the flat expecting no resistance. I pulled her in for the kiss and she was all-in, when I tried to put my hands on her boobs and/or vagina she would immediately pull away. This pattern continued all evening and she told me she would not have sex.

The second time I met her in the afternoon and she joined me whilst I ate steak for breakfast at a nearby meat place. I took her straight back to the apartment and got her down to just her underwear this time. Again the LMR kicked in. To my surprise Victoria was a virgin (she was 19), she told me that many men had tried before me and she still hadn’t given it up. Challenge accepted thought me.

The third date was after I had been to a World Cup game and then had met the silly ratbag (mentioned above) who had a boyfriend. I was quite tipsy by the time I went to meet Victoria and ended up being 30 minutes late for our meeting but she didn’t complain. She took great pleasure in telling me that 3 men had approached her while she waited for me. One of them was an older English man with a bald head, I checked with Nick and he didn’t recognise her. I took her to a dark cocktail bar where we kissed and cuddled. The alcohol in my system made me more direct than usual – I told her something along the lines of;

Look, if you are not going to have sex with me then I think we are wasting each other’s time

I understand, I’m not saying I’ll never do it, I just need more time

Well I am here for another 10 days or so

I don’t think it will be enough

With that we finished our drinks and went our separate ways. I didn’t see her again, which is a shame, in hindsight I should have carried on dating her and turned her into a long lead if necessary. We are still texting and she is considering coming to visit me in London in January.
Two dates with a long lead I had idated on my last night in Moscow

This was a very cute girl who I had pinged every now and then once I had decided to go back to Russia. I told her to come visit me in SPB, she had since moved back to her home city of Kazan and to my surprise she took a 22hr overnight train to come visit for 4 days. Initially I thought that she did this just to see me but the reality turned out to be somewhat different. I met her the evening she arrived and we went to a hookah bar near my apartment. She was all over me like a rash, big puppy dog eyes and lots of hugs and kisses. She had to leave at midnight as she was staying at her brothers and he would be picking her up. As we departed she suggested we do a daytrip to Peterhof Gardens to next day. I agreed – I allow myself to do tourism if it’s with a girl – otherwise I’m a full on philistine.

We got the boat out there and I was a little pissed that she insisted I pay for most things, the boat there and back, the coffee and cake on the island and a couple of very expensive bottles of water. She did pay for her own park entrance. The park itself was very pleasant, it was a sunny day, there was nice bands playing, the architecture was very pretty. But after an hour I was bored out of my skull. She wanted to carry on walking in the gardens for another couple of hours and I cut it short and suggested we get back on the boat to the city. She reluctantly agreed.

When we got back she said that she would meet her friends for a couple of hours and that we should meet again later that evening. I agreed.

We never met again and a couple of days later she left the city. I could probably keep her on as a long lead but I’m not sure I can be arsed – she’d already dropped a full point in the space of a year and she’s still only 23.
Three dates (including a near miss) with a girl form a two-set

I opened a two-set late one evening whilst I was winging with Seven. One of them was a tall-ish black haired grey-houndy girl in a green dress (a high 7, possibly an 8) and the other was a short dirty blond hamster girl (low/mid 7) – they were total opposites of each other which is exactly what I would stack on. Before I went in Seven said something along the lines of;

Damn, the one in the green is hot

Agreed, that’s why I’m going to open the pair of them

Seven had clearly misunderstood that I was telling him I liked her too, and whoever opens the set gets to take his pick. I opened; they hooked and were both very into it. Eventually I introduced Seven and he immediately started talking directly to my target as if he was doing his own daygame set. I was furious and I should have told him at this point.

I would interrupt Seven a couple of times so that I could talk to both girls at once. Eventually I invited them both to join us for a drink and they agreed. As we walked Seven resumed hitting on the hot one and I begrudgingly decided to stick with the other girl. This is how NOT to run a two set.

After the drink both girls left, Seven took the hot girls details, I took the cute girls and I explained why I was furious to him. Somehow he had no idea that I would prefer to have the hotter girl and seemed to genuinely think that the cute one was my target. “Don’t worry about it, they’re only girls, there will be more” I told him.

I ended up taking the cute girl out on 3 dates. She was nice if a little dull and her English wasn’t great. On the third date I got her back to my flat and we were kissing passionately. I had my hand down her top and as I went for the crotch she announced that she was on her period and would be until after I had left SPB. I never saw her again, despite her wanting to hang out. I mean, what’s the point if you can’t bang them?!
Idate/Near Miss with a Silly Chilean

After my first date with the cute girl from the two set it was midnight and I wasn’t ready to go home. I’d only had a couple of drinks, and the night was still young by SPB standards. All the other guys were at home so I decided to do some solo gutter game.

I opened my first set outside a bar in Nevsky and it turned out to my only non-Russian set of the trip. She was from Chile, had curly hair and a fiery personality. She reminded me a little of Penelope Cruz in VCB, but not as hot, this girl was a 6. She told me her friends had just gone home and that she wanted to go for a drink. Perfect, thought me.

We sat on stools at a bar and went through the comfort fluff, we both drank whiskey on the rocks and quickly got a second round in. I decided to bounce her to the hookah bar next to my place after this. As we got closer to the second venue we decided to have a cigarette. As we stood outside the second venue a group of American chodes started talking to us (when I say us, I mean directly at her and ignoring me).

They ran classic chode game asking her where she was from, how long she was in town for and saying “AWESOME!…. COOOL!…. OH HAHAHA THAT’s SO RAD!” every time she opened her mouth. I stood back and leant against the wall with a sly grin on my face.

Every now and then I would stick my ore in to troll the guys and at one point one of them turned and said to me “You know, I don’t feel like you’re adding anything to this conversation, maybe you should just be quiet”.

At this point I grabbed my girl by the hand…

“It was nice meeting you lads, we’re off inside now, have a nice night, yeah”.

I could see the chode rage in their eyes as I led her away from them.

We sat beside each other on a couch and were kissing passionately within minutes. As I bounced her home I remembered that I had no booze in the flat. I took us on a wine detour and eventually got her back to the flat. We had one sip of wine each and I moved her to the bedroom. I thought it was in the bag, a formality. But…. She had other ideas.

Every time I tried to remove an item of clothing she would push my hand away. I lost patience very quickly…

What’s wrong?

Nothing, this is just a bit fast, don’t you think

Maybe you’re right.

I rolled off before trying again a few minutes later, and she pushed me away again. I really couldn’t be bothered with the LMR so I went for a hail mary push.

Look, if you’re not interested, then maybe you should leave

Are you being serious?!

Uuuhhhm, yeah, I think so

She was furious and started rambling under her breath in Spanish, I definitely heard a few “putas” and I couldn’t help but start laughing at her. This only made the ramblings louder. Up she got, threw her shoes back on and stormed out of the flat and into the night.
Coffee date with a time-waster

This was a girl I’d opened in the mall one rainy afternoon. She seemed into me but didn’t drink alcohol and was resisting anything more than a peck on the lips. I never invited her out again as I ran out of time and willpower to blast through her defences.
Cute engineer

I opened this girl as I sat fishing with GG at the top end of Nevsky. The World Cup was on and it was Scarlet Sails day – a big graduation ceremony in which they close off the streets and put on fireworks. There was a carnival atmosphere but I was very hungover as usual, however this did not affect the set, she as very chatty and happy to give the number. I got her out the next day, kissed her but then never got her out again. I ran out of time but she’s still a decent long lead.
Idate with a stunner

Later that same day I found myself daygaming solo, GG excused himself as he was about to faint – his latest obsession was “getting shredded” which involves going to the gym a lot and eating next to nothing. Not good for daygame kids, I’d advise against it.

I’d actually seen this girl when I was with GG earlier in the day but I let her go as I thought she was with a friend. This time around she was definitely alone.

She was tiny, maybe 5’ 5” with long fair hair almost down to her knees. She wore a black leather jacket with a white blouse that showed off a pert little set of titties and black tight jeans. This girl was a solid to high 8.

As I opened her bright blue eyes went into a permanent spass…. She spoke next to no English but it didn’t matter, she hooked hard. I got out google translate and invited her for a coffee then and there. She told me she had 20 minutes before she would meet a friend. We sat on a bench with our coffees and her ASD receptors started to kick in asking questions such as;

Do you do this to every girl?

Are you a womanizer?

As we finished the coffee I told her that I wanted to take her for a real drink another day, she seemed keen and proposed the next day (Sunday). I agreed.

The next day she text me telling me that she wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t make it, she offered Monday instead. I already had two other dates scheduled for the Monday but I could feel her slipping away so I said OK anyway. On Monday she ghosted and I never got her out for the rest of the trip. Now that I’ve left she seems keen again, sending me lots of selfies and is always the top viewer on my instagram stories. I guess I will have to go back for her.


Saint Petersburg is a fantastic daygame destination and I will definitely be going back.

[1] 19 from as shown on the stats, another 3 with the 18 y/o post bang and my date with the girl from bar game – night game data is not included.

Lay Report: I open off a huge IOI

This is pretty much exactly what she wore, minus the glasses, and drop a HB point.

I was out drinking on Saturday night (Surprise!) with Seven and Nick. It had been another eventful day – I’d been on a second date with one girl, did some daygame and got a few numbers, idated a high eight (I never got her out since) and watched Toni Kroos save Germanys bacon in the World Cup. All of this seemed like good cause to hit the bars. We were sat on stools at a long table. Nick was in set with some cute girl behind us which left Seven and I to chat amongst ourselves. A two-set sat down to my left. One of them was blonde and dressed all in black and wore a choker, her friend was a chubby Asian girl. I clocked the blondie looking at me and then doing a couple of double takes. Did I know this girl?

Seven, that girl over there keeps looking at me

Man! Go talk to her!

Can’t be arsed, I’m going out the back for a cigarette.

So I went for a fag. When I came back a few minutes later Seven announced…

Maaaaan, you have to open that girl, she stared at you as you walked out for a cigarette

Ah FFS, ok, ok

I wasn’t keen on opening because her friend was ugly and the blondie was a low 7, even with my beer goggles on. But open I did.

Blondie was very excited when I said hello and her and her friend started asking me lots of questions. There wasn’t much game involved, she just liked me. After a few minutes I decided I couldn’t be bothered hanging out with the pair of these girls all evening so I asked for the blondies number and she gave it to me.

After 30mins or so the lads and I departed for another bar. As I walked out I saw the blondie and her friend getting chatted up by a very tall man in a cap. Whore.

When we sat down in the next bar I pinged the blondie on the off chance I’d get her out later that same evening. She said “Why not” and then ghosted for the rest of the evening. I assumed that the tall fella was getting his end away.

At around 2pm the next day I pinged her (and the rest of my leads) as I was eating a three-course “business lunch” for 345 roubles – that’s about £4.50. To my surprise she replied almost instantly. Maybe she didn’t get banged by the tall fella. Blondie told me that she would be leaving the city on Wednesday. I had dates lined up for the next couple of days so I proposed that we meet on Tuesday evening. She agreed.

Tuesday was a proper cluster fuck. It was my penultimate night and I had agreed to meet three different girls in a last ditch attempt to get laid once more. The first was Dasha, a long lead that I opened in London two years ago, I also met her last year. I turned up at the meeting point at 18:30 as agreed, I pinged her as I arrived and she replied very confused “wait!… we said tomorrow??!”. As I was walking to this date that wasn’t a date another girl pinged me asking what I was up to and if I’d like to meet, I told her I was busy. Upon learning that Dasha wasn’t coming I messaged the other girl back and now she would be busy and only free at mid-night. I told her that was fine as I would be meeting blondie at 20:30 so that should give me plenty of time.

Blondie confirmed our meeting earlier in the day with the caveat that she would be driving and so could not drink any alcohol. FUCK. I told her to to park up on a street very near my apartment (although I didn’t tell her it was near my apartment) and we would walk from there. She eventually arrived at almost 9pm looking very different. Blondie wore bright red lipstick, a red figure hugging dress and black high heels. As she got closer to me I thought “she looked hotter when I was drunk but I’d definitely bang her”. This is the trouble with bar game, kids. Her face looked a little weathered but her body was fantastic. Slim and toned, this girl was clearly a fan of the gym.

We exchanged the pleasantries and I walked her in the direction of a piano bar at the end of my street. We sat on stools at the bar, she ordered a virgin cocktail and I got myself a girl sized beer, they didn’t have man size. I found out a bit more about blondie – she worked in marketing, was 24, was from somewhere on the East coast of Russia, was an only child and lived in Saint Petersburg with her best friend from University. I told her some things about me before bouncing her to another venue a couple of doors up.

This venue was much worse, it was bright, very busy and had the Nigeria vs Argentina game on in the background. Blondie had a coffee this time and I another girl sized beer. We sat on stools at a small high table. I started the questions game and her first question was – “why are you single?” I gave her my usual spiel which is a mix of truth and some elaborate DHV’s – she lapped it up.  I asked her what her favourite body part was and she said her lips, they were quite big. We asked each other a few more questions and soon my small beer and her coffee were finished.

Let’s go for a walk

Where will we go?

Just up this way

We walked for around 5 minutes until we were in front of my apartment.

I live here, lets go up for a little while, I’ve got green tea and some soft drinks.

Oh, really?

Yes, don’t worry, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable at any point.

Up she came. I told her to take her shoes off as we entered the flat and she flicked her heels off in seconds before proceeding to show herself around the apartment as I struggled with my boots. I put on some music and put the kettle on. I made her a cup of green tea and poured myself a glass of red wine. I could tell she felt a little uncomfortable so we sat opposite each other at the dining table for 10 minutes or so as she drank her tea.

I started to show her my facebook on my laptop and explain each photo, she was fascinated. I asked her to show me her instagram and she leaned over the table showing me her pictures on her phone. I grabbed her hand and told her that it was uncomfortable sitting like this. I stood up and pulled her over to the bed. We sat up on the bed beside each other and moments later I pulled her in for the first kiss attempt, she was all in, no resistance. Soon we were rolling around and my left hand was rubbing her wet vagina. She pushed me away…

Do you mind if I take a shower?

Of course not

I got off her, showed her how to work the shower and gave her a towel. I assumed this could only mean that I was getting laid. I lay on the bed, fully clothed as she showered. When she returned she was down to her lacy red underwear. Her body was fantastic, small breasts, flat stomach with toned abs and a great little ass. She jumped on top of me and moments later my clothes were off and I was fucking her hard. I came very quickly (I’m not used to drinking so little on dates) but she did not seem disappointed.

I gave her the usual debrief and she told me that she had decided to have sex with me the moment she saw me in the bar. So, it was a definite IOI then. We cuddled for a few minutes and then she started sucking me off in a effort to resurrect my penis. Back to life it came and I banged her again for around 20 minutes this time.

Soon after this she got herself dressed and I walked her back to her car before going to meet the lads for a few drinks. I never did meet the other girl at midnight but I wasn’t arsed.




Lay Report: 18 y/o Cutie

Similar, with bluer eyes and curly hair

I am currently on the last leg of my 2018 Eurojaunt with just under two weeks to go. I have been in this city for a week and it’s gotten off to a great start; the other day I banged a tight little 18-year-old pussy. Here’s the story…

It was Friday afternoon, and I was quite hung-over having arrived the previous evening and proceeding to get drunk with the latest motley crew (Nick, Ricky Roma, Mr Arr, Seven and Mr Arr’s friend). As Ricky and I took a walk towards the mall I saw a cute little blonde girl stuffing her face with a cookie in her left hand and a Starbucks coffee in her right hand. Neither of us had done a set yet so I looked at Ricky and he said “all yours”. She had blond curly hair, bright blue eyes, a full face with prominent cheekbones and big pink lips. She was dressed very casual – a hoody with a denim jacket, baggy jeans and some trainers. Jane was a solid 7.

I got in front and I have no recollection of what was said – I remember that she hooked fast asking where I was from, her English was good and I teased her about having cookie all over her face. I found out she was 18 and in her first year of Study as a lawyer and was from a little village far away. I’m assuming that I ran my usual stack and that I told her where I was from. At the end of the set she said that she had to go to the station to meet her dad and would be free after that. I proposed that we get a coffee later that day and she agreed.

I returned to Ricky with a grin on my face;

Think I’ve got a date later

Fuckin’ A

One hour later we met at the same spot. Jane had wiped the cookie crumbs from her face and had put a little bit of make-up on (she wasn’t wearing any when we met) but was still wearing the same clothes, she looked very cute. I had no real plan as to where I was taking her so we just started walking. We walked for about 30mins as we went through the comfort fluff, she told me about her recent travel and I told her mine. We sat down at a coffee shop and she told me about living in student halls and how she would be moving into her own apartment soon. It was all very civilised. As we finished our coffees I put the feelers out for a second date asking her if she liked to drink wine.

I like wine but I prefer whiskey

Great, lets meet another day and I’ll take you for a real drink

Sounds great

We agreed to meet the following Monday night at 8pm.

Jane did not disappoint

We met at a central metro station and she was a couple of minutes late. I got an instant boner when I saw her. Jane had done her hair, had more make-up on, and wore a green dress that showed off a little bit of cleavage and her long legs. She wore long black high heels that now made her taller than me. FUCK. I felt under-dressed (in jeans and a t-shirt as usual) and was nervous in her presence for the first few minutes, she had shot up to a solid 8.

We exchanged pleasantries and off we walked to a wine bar. When we got there it was full so I had to improvise another venue. We walked for another 10 minutes or so and the best place I could find was a dingy nightclub where we sat in the window. She was way over-dressed for the place so we had one quick drink in there as I started the questions game. I bounced us to another venue close to my apartment, which luckily was very dark inside and had couches at the back. This was much better.

I found out she had only ever had one boyfriend of 3 years and had been on a few dates to nowhere since then. Jane was a professional dancer as well as a law student. Her mother and father separated when she was very young (YES!), her father lives in the capital city, her mum in the village. Jane loves to travel and had been to America, Canada and Italy recently, it was her dream to travel to the UK and Ireland. Jane was embarrassed to tell me that she had won a beauty competition at her University and showed me pictures of her accepting the award. She looked stunning.

I was kinoing throughout the date and about 30mins into the second venue she said;

I’ve noticed that you are touching me a lot, but it’s the first time that someone else’s touch felt so comfortable. With other men it feels like they are pawing at me awkwardly.

Well it feels nice touching you, but be warned, my hands have a mind of their own, I don’t actually control them

Soon after this I went for the first kiss and she was all in. We finished the drinks and kissed again more passionately this time. I felt it was time to try for the bounce to the apartment. I got the check and told her that we should go for a walk. As we were walking I said;

I know a really cool place with free wine and a nice couch

Let me guess, it’s your apartment (Smart girl)

Correct! And look, we just happen to be right in front of the entrance

Hahaha, you are cunning like a fox


I’m afraid I cannot do this

Just a quick drink, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable

No, I cannot

OK, no problem

We carried on walking and it was now almost midnight. The boys were texting me saying that they were going for drinks so I told her I would walk her back to the metro and then go join my friends. And that’s what I did.

I had pulled pretty hard on the first date and sensed that there was probably too much tension on the line. I pinged her on the Tuesday and invited her for an afternoon coffee date on Wednesday afternoon to get some more comfort in. She agreed.

We agreed to meet at 15:30 at the same metro station. I got there on time and she messaged me to say that she would be 15mins late. I told her to meet me at the coffee shop across the road. Again I was hungover so I ordered myself a double shot Americano as I waited for her. She arrived looking a lot more casual in a black coat and a black and white stripey boob tube, which showed off her flat-stomached mid-rif with some baggy trousers and trainers.

My vibe was very flat and I explained to her why it was so. As we got to the end of the coffees I asked what she was doing for the rest of the afternoon.

Oh, I thought I was spending it with you?

Well, I told my friends I would hang out with them after the coffee, unless you have something better in mind?

Well, my friends have invited me to their place to play board games, but I really don’t want to go

Sounds like loads of fun!

Maybe we can go for a walk instead?

I agreed and we walked for about an hour until we were way out of town. As we walked, we kissed, cuddled and took selfies together along the way. I announced that my old man legs were tired and that I was thirsty. She said she knew a nice rooftop coffee shop nearby. Up we went and had some coffee and cake, it was all very nice. We chatted and she told me how she found the 16-year age gap between us a bit strange. I told her that I loved the 16-year age gap and she giggled. We finished the coffee and got the metro back to the centre.

It was now around 8pm as we were about to depart the station. I told her;

You have two choices; 1. Come back to my place for a glass of wine or 2. I go meet up with my friends and we can meet another day

You know, I reeeeeally don’t want to go play board games

Wine it is then 

OK, OK, but promise I can leave when I want?

Of course.

Back she came, she took her shoes off and sat on the couch as I poured the wine and put some music on. We watched almost of all the flight of the concords album on youtube as she laughed her head off. I pulled her in for the kiss and she was very into it, it was on.

I moved her to the bedroom to give her a “massage” and after a few minutes I had her top off and was sucking on her nice little boobies. Soon after this she uttered the magic words;

Do you have protection?

Of course I do

The sex was great, probably my favourite bang this year. Jane had a fantastically tight, toned body and moaned loudly as I licked her clean asshole, spanked her hard and pulled hair as I banged her doggy style.

During the debrief I asked her when she had decided to have sex.

When my favourite song randomly came on your youtube playlist, I knew it was meant to be

Gotta love girl logic. At around midnight I ordered Jane an Uber home, she had mentioned that when she got the metro back after the first date every man was ogling and heckling her, further evidence that she looked very fucking hot. Jane is very sweet and I even banged her again last night, yes, me Roy Walker, doing a repeat. How times have changed.


Belgrade – Part 2

Guess where this girl is from?… Bulgaria, maybe you should go there.

Let’s pick up where I left off in part 1… I had excuses a plenty to return to Belgrade; I needed to collect most of my belongings, I had leads from part 1 to follow up and new ones to collect. This was great incentive to go back for another 10-day jaunt. The events of this trip are nowhere near as blurry as part 1. I shared a pad with Krauser this time and even though he nearly died from alcohol poisoning, I felt like I a monk on a pilgrimage compared to part 1. Here’s the story… it’s quite long…

After what turned out to be a successful trip to Budapest I got the bus back in the opposite direction early on a Monday morning. This bus ride was nowhere near as horrible as the bus on the way out. I wasn’t hung-over; I was well rested, had fresh clothes on and was excited to get back to my favourite city. After giving CC a manly hug goodbye, I jumped on the bus at around 10am and arrived back in Belgrade at 4pm.

Nick arrived earlier that day and was already checked into the apartment. The bus dropped me by Kalemegdan and I proceeded straight to the phone shop to get a new sim. I pinged Nick to see his whereabouts and he was lounging at Boutique 2 finishing some food. I joined and he was sitting there looking rather frazzled with Juggernaut. This is our Canadian friend who I mentioned in Part 1. Nick settled the bill and then let me into the apartment to unpack.

I had a quick shower, donned my daygame uniform and was eager to hit the streets at around 17:30, I went to ask Nick if he wanted to join and he was passed out sleeping on the couch. Solo it was then.

I took a walk down Knez from our apartment and decided to have a look around the Studenski area as lots of students would probably be finishing classes soon. Within minutes I saw my first set. She had bright bleached blonde hair, brown eyes and dark brown lipstick, she was slender but with a big arse and had some tattoos on her arm. She looked ratty and classy at the same time. My perfect woman.

I opened and ran a rather weak set [1], but it didn’t matter, she loved it and was more than happy to give the number. Fuck – it was great to be back in Belgrade. Nick awoke from his slumber and joined in the fun, we walked for about another hour. I was supposed to have a date that evening with a girl I flaked on on the last night of part 1 (for the cluster fuck 9). But she text an hour before saying that she wasn’t feeling well. Instead I joined the latest motley crew (Nick, his new resi student, his former resi student and juggernaut) for dinner at Boutique 1. As we sat there catching up I saw a cute little tanned Serbian girl walk quickly by our table, she was wearing a blue dress that showed off bronze legs and high heels. Up I got and made chase, she too loved it and another number went into the sausage machine. 2 from 2, I returned to the table with a smug look on my face.

This first day was more or less the blue print for the rest of the trip. Nick would be busy most of the day with his student, I’d go solo doing hardly any sets and closing nearly all of them and then join up with Nick in the evening. I was determined to number farm hard early in the trip but the most sets I did in the first 5 days was 4, meanwhile, there were others (I won’t name names, you know who you are) that were spamming the streets up something rotten doing 50+ sets a day. I got a couple of eye-rolls from girls and I blame these entirely on said spammers.

There were a few reasons for my lackadaisical approach;

  1. I already had a few irons in the fire – from the first trip
  2. I had quite a lot of dates on my first few days – on my second day I went on 3 dates and did no sets
  3. I’m getting pickier/more calibrated – this is not intentional, it’s just happening
  4. I didn’t actually need to do a lot of sets – I was getting solid leads

The Stats

Sets 32
Sessions 7
Sets per session 4.57
Number 15 46.88%
FB/Insta 6 18.75%
Flake 1 4.76%
Date Flake 2 9.52%
idate 1 3.13%
D1 7 21.88%
D2 1 3.13%
D3 2 6.25%
D4 1 3.13%
Near Miss 0 0.00%
Lays 1 3.13%
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in … 1.52
Approach to Lay… 1 in… 32

32 sets across 10 days, 3 of which I didn’t do any sets. That’s an average of 4.57 sets per day that I opened, or 3.2 per day spread across the entire trip. This the first time in all of my trips that I saw so many spammers daygamers in Belgrade at once. 5 or 6 of the guys I knew, but there was another 5 or 6 who I saw regularly approaching. Luckily, this didn’t hurt my daygame too much.

I got the contact details of 21 of the 32 girls, 1 in 1.52. My average for the year so far is 1 in 2.59 so this was quite the purple patch.

I went on 12 dates; 4 of these were with 3 girls from part 1, the rest were new girls. I only got one lay from all of these dates. I was frustrated; I had dates pretty much every night of the trip but a lot of the girls would not even kiss me. I would frequently complain about this to Nick, he told me these were first world player problems before offering a possible explanation (I’m paraphrasing) [2];

Your street game might actually be TOO good. I haven’t heard or watched all of your sets but what may be happening is that you are getting “no girls” out on dates just because they enjoyed the set so much.

As much as my ego would like to believe this was true, I’m not entirely convinced that it is. I may have been quite lucky to have the sort of success I have had on this and previous trips to Belgrade. It is a notoriously difficult city to get laid in – the girls are hot, they’ve probably been daygamed before, they have busy social and academic lives, they normally take a few dates to get the lay and they have more than enough local alpha men to take their pick from.

The Dates

Blondie (three dates)

As mentioned above, this was my first set of this trip. We went on the first date not long after. It went well, the usual two venues and tried to bounce. She wouldn’t come up. I walked her to a park near our apartment and we rode a seesaw – the only riding I would get that evening. I tried to kiss her multiple times and she gave me a sob story about how she regretted a ONS with another foreigner and didn’t want to go through that again. Fine. I met her for coffee one afternoon a few days later and didn’t do any escalation and sent her on her way. The third date was at the end of the trip. I took her for one drink, tried to escalate and she told me overtly that nothing was going to happen. I ended the date.

A very Serbian looking Serbian

This was my second set of the trip. I got her out a few days later and she was a right little princess. As we walked to the first venue she told me she had to leave to meet “friends” in a couple of hours. She was shit-testing throughout the date, I smashed most of them, but I don’t think she was ever actually interested in me, she just loved the attention. I willingly let her go to meet her friends. The next day I checked her instagram story, it looked like she went to drink wine with another guy. Whore.

A set I wasn’t going to do

Xants pushed me into this one. We were walking down to the University area on the first trip when I saw a hot young thing dressed in formal business wear. I expected her to blow me out instantly but she really enjoyed it. She studied law and also worked part-time in a law firm. She was in her final year and if she gets her grades will be moving to London soon. I flaked on her on the last night of my last trip. This time I met her on my second night back. We did two venues but she was very K, I didn’t even try to kiss her – I knew it would be too fast. We are still in almost daily contact on whatsapp and she has just text me that it looks like she will indeed be moving to London. Another long lead, I’m turning into Seven!

Two more dates with the cute K girl from part 1

I met her one evening after I had finished another date and I was starving. I asked her if she wanted food, she didn’t so she watched me eat a delicious submarine hippy burger whilst we caught up. She was still massively into me, lots of kino and there was lots of laughter. I liked her company but she still wouldn’t let me kiss her and my cold sore was gone now. WTF?!

I had planned to watch the champions league final with Nick and the lads on the Saturday evening. She pinged me asking what I was doing and more or less invited herself along. I figured I had nothing to lose, a bit of social proof may do the trick. She came along, sat there in silence for most of the game and then I took her for a drink close to my place. I escalated and again she refused to kiss. Fed up, I sent her on her way. A few days later she messaged me asking when we will meet again. After consulting with Nick, I more or less told her that I wouldn’t see her again unless she put out. She said, “Oh boy, ok, well it was a nice time with you”.

Coffee date with a hot young thing

I was winging with Vic Vega when I closed this girl. She was walking up Knez looking at a map on her phone and going back and forth as she struggled to figure it out. I opened assuming that she wasn’t from Belgrade. She was, it turns out she was just an idiot (I didn’t tell her that). It was a decent set, although she answered her phone twice during it leaving me standing there like a tool. Nevertheless, I took her instagram and got her out a few days later. The date was pretty much the same as the set. Her attention span was akin to that of a goldfish, changing topics often and frequently getting interrupted by messages and calls on her phone. She seemed like a nice girl, just a bit ditsy. Her friend arrived soon after the coffee and I was quite happy to let her go.

idate with feisty cat girl

I was winging with Nick and it was almost 10pm, we were about to call it a day and head to the Irish bar with the rest of the crew. Then a greyhoundy girl walked towards us with her black hair tied back and dressed head to toe in tight black clothing, a high 7 (I found out later she was 28, so was probably an 8 in her early 20’s). We were both having a good look at her and she was actually closer to Nick so I was expecting him to go in, but then she flashed me the IOI.

I opened, accused her of being a spy and ran the usual patter. She purred like a cat as I teased her and escalated on the street using her folded arms to draw things on with my fingers (I can’t remember what I was saying but I remember doing this). She was on so I bounced her to the Irish bar instead, sorry Nick.

We had one drink there and the conversation flowed, I bounced her to boutique 2, which was closer to my place. We sat inside on a couch and this is where I kissed her for the first time, she was an aggressive kisser, which I liked and I told her this. It was now almost midnight and she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to go home. She asked me if I’d like to see a rooftop bar nearby. I agreed. We sat on a couch and I had her legs across the top of mine, running my hands up and down from her ass to her calf and back, she had a magnificent body. We kissed quite a lot here and I was sure she was going to come back. We left at around 1am and I walked her towards my place. She asked where were going and I told her. “NO! I will call a taxi”. FUCK.

Off she went and I only had two nights left after this, both of which she was working a night shift. Hopefully I will see her again on a future trip.

Coffee with the girl from the double date in part 1

She was leaving to go on holidays the next day so I met her at 5pm hoping to move her from coffee to drinks afterwards. She thwarted my plans announcing that she was going to the gym at 7pm (that’s twice she’s done this). We had a coffee, I tried to kiss her and she said, “maybe next time you come back”.

Long legged Serb-Londoner

I opened this one around 9-10pm one evening. She passed in front of me at 90 degrees, there was no IOI but I got a good look at her, she was easily hot enough to open cold. She was in a hurry to meet friends, I found out she was from Belgrade but had been living in London for the last few years, when she found out I lived in London she was eager to give her number.

I got her out a couple of days later meeting her at 4pm as I had another date that evening (which also went nowhere). We did coffee, then a cocktail at the rooftop bar then I bounced her to the bar closest to my place. She refused to sit beside me saying that she liked her own space and also rebuffed the questions game. In hindsight I probably approached this date the wrong way, I was going for the notch when I didn’t need to. We’re still texting and she seems keen to meet when I get back to London.


It was another great trip to Belgrade and it makes me want to go back again and again and again. I mean, what’s the point in going anywhere else? But, as most of the spammers there probably learned – it is not a case of open, ?, get laid. You need skill and a good dash of luck.


[1] I’d recorded it and watched it back with Nick. His feedback – “your game’s alright in this set, nothing special, but she’s massively into you’.

[2] I’ve learned a lot from Uncle Nick both through osmosis and little tit-bits of advice he’s given me here and there. He’s actually a nice chap when you get to know him, don’t be fooled by his alpha horrible bastard PUA front.













iDate Report: A Litany of Schoolboy Errors

Her fashion was nothing like this, but the face/body is close.

I don’t normally publish date reports (I have many private ones), but in light of my recent failures theme I thought I would share with you all how I still retain a tremendous ability to monumentally fuck things up with a yes girl. Here’s the story…

With only a few days remaining in Krakow my motivation to open was quite low. I’m not sure if this was because I have been suffering from a little bit of burnout or because I was still recovering from a two day bender with friends a couple of days before. It was probably a bit of both.

But, at around 9:30pm last night I was doing my last lap from Florianska up towards the Galleria mall before calling it a day and going home to get an early night.

As I walked towards the underpass I was texting a friend. I put my phone away and caught a glimpse of girl that was just passing to my left. She had long brown shaggy hair, a big baggy shirt and an old fashioned dress underneath, she topped the look off with a pair of converse and a back pack. My spider sense tingled, I hadn’t seen her face, but it was worth a shot.

I got in front and she hooked instantly. I told her she looked very zen, like she’d just come out of a yoga class or something. Maggie giggled and said that she had actually just finished work, but she spent most of the day meditating whilst at work. She was very cute, a mid-to-high 7.

I commented on her fashion and told her that she looked very different – her shirt looked like she’d borrowed it from her dad and her dress looked like something the poor people wore in the cellars of the Titanic – she pulled it off well though. Maggie laughed again and told me that she buys all her clothes in thrift shops. She was loving it and we chatted for around 10 minutes. I found out that she had dropped out of University 6 months in because she wasn’t “feeling it”. Her plan now was to make as much money as possible for the next month before she would set off to hitch-hike around Europe.

Ah, so you are a lady of adventure

Yes, I love adventure! I’m so bored of life here.

This was my cue to invite her for a drink right there and then. She agreed and we walked to a bar close to the park.

We sat at an outdoor table on chairs at right angles to each other. I like to do this if possible on first venues. It gives the girl enough space whilst allowing you to kino and you can also look them dead in the eyes if you shuffle your chair a bit.

We both ordered beers and proceeded through the comfort fluff. I found out Maggie was 20 years old, she told me about how her family were not happy with her travel plans, how she loved animals, how she loved to meet new people and how she felt trapped. Krakow wasn’t big enough for her and there was so much else to see. I filled her in on my backstory and before we knew it we were finished the first drinks. There wasn’t one silence and the conversation was still flowing. It was now around 10:30pm and the bar we were at was closing.

Let’s go for another drink somewhere else

I actually want a cigarette. You have any?

I’ve left mine at home.

This was my first fuck up, I did actually leave them at home but, at this point I should have invited her back. Even though I hadn’t kissed her and we’d only had one drink, there was enough outlier vibes to take the leap of faith.

There’s a shop there, I’ll buy another box and we can go to another bar

OK, sounds good

I got a box of cigarettes and we each smoked one as we walked towards the main square. This was my second fuck up. I was walking in the opposite direction to my apartment, which coincidentally was my third fuck up in itself. I had a look around my area earlier that day and couldn’t find any good bars near my flat – I booked the room in a bit of a hurry and didn’t research my logistics properly. As we passed each bar I suggested we go in and she kept saying that she didn’t like the places. This was my fourth fuck up, I should have insisted that the place didn’t matter, it was the company. We eventually went to a cool little bar that was a fully TWENTY minute walk away from my apartment. We sat outside again at a table, this was my fifth fuck-up, I agreed to a venue that wasn’t suitable for escalation and was too far from my apartment.

By the time we sat down it was now around 11pm. We each got a bottle of craft beer and she told me that she had to be up really early for work. FUCK. She was wearing a ring with a stone on it. I tried to escalate by touching her hand and asking what it meant.

Oh I was at a festival recently, I met a guy, we had some fun and the next morning he gave me this as a souvenir

This was like rubbing salt in an open wound, she was basically telling me she’s highly promiscuous and that I was busy friend-zoning myself. Maggie carried on to tell me about how she enjoyed taking LSD, MDMA and had even tried Ayahuascha. This was my sixth fuck-up, I let her ramble on about this for about half an hour because I was genuinely interested in what she was saying and was enjoying the conversation too much. I wasn’t escalating. Soon after this she received a phone call, Maggie apologised before answering and when she hung up she told me that a friend would come to join us now. FFS.

She said I could stay or go, but she just wanted to speak with this friend as she hadn’t seen HIM in a long time and he would leave in the morning. This was my seventh fuck-up, I should have either got up and left or told her to tell him not to come. We carried on with normal chit-chat, this was my eighth fuck-up, I had about a 10 minute window before her friend arrived to at least TRY and kiss her, but I didn’t and he turned up. He turned out to be a nice chap, a bit chodey and was in his early 40’s and was another guy she had met at a festival, she probably banged him too.

He didn’t have a drink and just waited for us to finish ours. The three of us walked back towards the square. The dude said he was staying at another friends house, she was going back to her apartment that she shared with another guy, and I would go in a separate direction.

As we walked Maggie challenged us all to do forward rolls in the middle of the street, her friend did it straight away, then she tried and had obviously forgotten she was wearing a back-pack as she got stuck mid roll and her whole dress blew up to reveal a lacy black thong and a great little body. Her friend rushed to pull her dress back down. She got up and wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Maggie asked why I didn’t roll with them, I told her I’m not very flexible. It was all a bit weird.

As we walked Maggie continued to tell her friend the story of how her and I had met earlier that evening, she spoke in glowing terms, but her friend didn’t look impressed in the slightest. Soon after this we all went our separate ways and as I said goodbye to Maggie she said “Good luck in your future life”, despite me adding her on instagram earlier in the evening. Which probably means I won’t be getting her out again before I leave.


I was very conscious of all of the errors as I was making them. However, I was happy of the company as I had been solo for a couple of days and was frankly a bit bored. I thought I would still have a couple of more nights to finish the deal but it seems it won’t be so. Oh well, guess I’ll have to go back out and do it all over again.






Belgrade – Part 1

Bottle game – no, I don’t.

I flew out to Belgrade at the end of April to properly kick-off the 2018 Euro-jaunt season. What better place to start? I would spend just over two weeks there after which I would take my pick of EE destinations, I intentionally kept my schedule flexible after regretting booking everything in advance in 2017. I’ll try to recap the main events – most of them are a bit hazy due to the copious amounts of alcohol consumed…

Xants and I touched down in the late afternoon after being delayed in Munich airport, we of course used this time to drink more beer in the airport bar. We were in good spirits and full of optimism for the trip ahead. This would be our third time returning, you can read about the others here and here.

Upon arrival we dropped our bags, had a quick freshen up and hit the streets. As I mentioned here, my first set ended up being my first notch of the trip. After the session we went for dinner with a motley crew of daygamers who happened to be in the city at the same time. These included Krauser, Oscar, juggernaut and Krausers’ Resi student who turned out to be a good guy from London. After this we did some bar game with an American fella who was living there and who also dabbles at daygame. It was a fun first day.

A few days later most of the motley crew had departed and Mr S arrived to lift both our spirits and our alcohol intake levels (Mr S is also Irish). We were having a laugh, the street game was not easy but we spurred each other on and in the end all three of us got laid. Maybe if the lads at citydaygame ever pull their fingers out, you could read about their triumphs as well.

Which brings me to the topic of failures – Someone tweeted at me recently that I never write about them. This is not intentional, I just tend not to dwell on them. If we all wallowed in our failure then there would never be any time for success. But believe me, I fail, a LOT. Now, if only I had some sort of real life statistical summary to assist in the analysis of my failures, Oh, hold on – here’s one I made earlier;

Sets 62
Number 16 25.81%
FB/Insta 9 14.52%
Flake 6 24.00%
Date Flake 0 0.00%
idate 2 3.23%
D1 5 8.06%
D2 1 1.61%
Near Miss 1 1.61%
Lays 2 3.23%
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in … 2.48
Approach to Lay… 1 in… 31

I opened 62 girls over the space of two weeks – banging two of them, so that’s 60 failures right away.

Even though I get more IOI’s in Belgrade than anywhere else I have been, I still get my fair share of blow-outs. Most of these were low-probability girls that were just too hot not to open. I don’t keep a count of the exact number of blowouts but I’d say about 1/3 of my sets were blow-outs. Either they weren’t into me or really were in a hurry.

Some of the girls had boyfriends and the rest gave contact details. This is where a lot of them dropped off. 6 of them didn’t reply to my feeler, a lot of girls were simply too busy with exams and the rest of I got out. I had 9 dates in total (including idates and one from night game) and all but two of them went nowhere…

Date Fails

idate with girl with boyfriend

I had an idate with a cute little blondie – we had one beer and I never saw her again. Most of her instagram stories show her cuddling a guy. So I’m assuming she was at the beginning of a relationship when I idated her.

Blonde balerina

I closed this girl on my 3rd day there and got her out shortly afterwards. She seemed very keen over messaging and I thought my odds of getting laid were high before the date. When she turned up I did not downgrade this assessment – she’d really made an effort. It was all down hill from there. She didn’t drink alcohol for health reasons – but assured me she loved getting drunk, she just couldn’t. We did two venues and she resisted all escalation. I lost patience after about 3 hours of this and sent her on her way. I pinged her the next day and she ghosted.

Two dates with a cute K girl

This girl had one of the best little bottoms I’d seen in Belgrade. She was 20 years old and I actually really liked hanging out with her. I took her out twice on the trip and she would not let me kiss her despite about 30 attempts over two dates. It was strange because she was accepting all kino and even reciprocating – she seemed really into me. I did have a persistent cold sore for most of the trip and she was a nurse so this may have been the reason she didn’t want to kiss. I kept her on as a long lead hoping to close her next time.

Near miss with a long lead 

Yes, you read that correctly, a long lead. This was a girl I closed on my first trip to Belgrade. I added her on instagram and never got her out, most of her pics were of her and a man who I assumed was her boyfriend. I pinged her upon arrival on the off chance that she’d reply. She was keen to come out. We got quite drunk together – I’d already been drinking during the day with the boys and turned up to the date half cut. This didn’t seem to matter so much. After a couple of drinks she was on my bed and we were very close to sex. I had her jeans off and was fingering her. But she freaked out and said she couldn’t do it. The next day she left the city for the rest of the summer. Maybe next time.

A double date from bar game

On the first night Xants and I did a two-set in a bar (not included in the stats above). His girl was a 6 at best, mine was cute, a low 7. They agreed to come out on a double date one evening. They met us at 7pm and despite drinking two beers each announced that they were going to the gym at 9pm. Serbian logic. We all had a nice chit chat, tried to escalate every now and then, but it went nowhere.

Cluster fuck of a date with a 9 – and her entourage

One afternoon early on in the trip Xants and I were fishing at Boutique. I saw a short young little fair haired girl walking very quickly towards Knez Mihailova and it was my turn to open. I got in front and she eye-spazzed as I delivered my opener. She touched me on both forearms and babbled something in Serbian. I assumed it was “I don’t speak English”. I got google translate out on my phone and we managed to have a short chat. She was in a hurry to meet friends so I took her number. It was an absolute pain in the ass to get her out. I would text her and she would reply days later. Eventually I got her out on my last night in Belgrade. A couple of hours before the date she text me to say that she would be bringing a friend. I wasn’t happy about it – but I thought “hot girls have hot friends, surely”. Xants agreed with my hypothesis and agreed to come along to keep her friend distracted.

Unfortunately for him, her friend was a heffer. We went to a swanky restaurant and eat steaks and drank red wine. I sat beside my girl and spoke to her mostly on google translate. Xants’ girl couldn’t speak much english either. So me and him would frequently confer in English right in front of the pair of them – mostly we were saying things like “this is going nowhere, need to isolate”. Then an hour or so in my girl tells me she needs to go outside. I asked why and she said her sister was coming with another friend. FFS.

I walked out with her and greeted her sister and her friend. She was almost as hot as my girl, I’d say a solid 8. There was also a young bloke with them – he looked about 18 – so, their age. I invited them both inside for a glass of wine (I’d ordered a litre of the house red). The young fella spoke good English so he sat to my right and the sister sat to Xant’s left. From this point onwards it was a complete cluster fuck. In hindsight I’m pretty sure the young fella was an orbiter chode working his hardest to prevent me from getting anywhere with my girl. Soon after the glass of wine we all finished up and off the four of them went leaving me and Xants wondering what the hell had just happened. We sat on and drank the remainder of the litre of wine before going outside – it was now around 11pm – and opening another two-set of 16 year old sisters. My target had riduclously large breasts for her tender years. We idated them and it too went nowhere. Afterwards we hit up the dive bar and got smashed with Mr S to top off what had been a successful trip despite all the failures.

The next morning I woke up late for my bus to Budapest which my airbnb landlord had organised. He let himself into our flat waking me one hour after I was supposed to be on the bus already.

Roy – you’ve missed the bus! Get your shit together and I’ll drive you to the airport, the bus is waiting there for you

I woke up, still in the clothes from the night before and quickly threw my shit in a bag and jumped in his car. I would realise upon arrival to Budapest that I had forgotten most of my belongings – i’m pretty sure I was still drunk when I packed. I frantically text the landlord upon realising my fuck up and he reassured me he would hang onto my stuff. It gave me a very good excuse to travel back after Budapest, not that I really needed one.










Lay Report: 21 y/o Curly Haired Serb

For once, I found a picture that actually looks like her.

I bagged my 51st daygame notch on the penultimate night of my latest trip to Belgrade. The pressure was mounting and it was starting to look like I wouldn’t be getting laid in my favourite city for the first time. But then I did. Here’s the story…

It was a lazy Monday afternoon; around 30 degrees Celsius and most of the pretty girls seemed to be hiding from the sun, or lapping it up elsewhere. Nick had an afternoon date so I decided I would park myself up at a coffee shop and read my book as I waited for the temperature to drop.

One moment I was reading about how Luftwaffe commander Herman Göring (off his face on morphine at the time) made a balls up of Dunkirk – essentially grabbing defeat from the jaws of victory for the Germans in WW2. The next moment my spider sense tingled. I saw a dreamy girl float by at the top of my peripheral vision. I looked up from my book to get a better look. She was short, on the limit of my nice curves/too chubby cut-off point with big hips and a narrow waist, had dark black curly hair and strong facial features, she looked almost Persian, however I didn’t get a good look at her eyes as she was wearing those stupid metallic reflective lenses.

I let her pass and went back to my book thinking nothing of it. After a couple of coffees, a protein shake and about 50 pages of my book I decided to get up and go for a stroll. I only had three days left in Belgrade and had plenty of leads and not enough time to see them all. I had a date lined up for that very evening but I was starting to suspect that she would flake as she hadn’t replied to my lunch time ping. I was still happy to open sets, but I wouldn’t be throwing myself in front of any buses.

As I ambled up Knez Mihailova towards Hotel Moskva I saw a short girl with a backpack standing in the middle of the square playing on her phone. I opened and she seemed very keen. I went to take her number and she told me that she was only 16. I took her instagram and told her “maybe next year, little lady”. She seemed disappointed.

I walked around for another 30 minutes or so not seeing anything that took my fancy. Then I saw the same girl I noticed when I was at the coffee shop. She walked by me and there was no IOI but my spider sense tingled, again. I got in front.

Excuuuuse me, I have to tell you something a little bit cheeky, I saw you back there and I thought you looked really cute – I like these big black curly locks you have, they’re very 1950’s almost like Marilyn Monroe, except black.

She moved her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and looked me up and down with her big brown eyes before a smile broke out on her face.

Thank you, where are YOU from?

I’ll give you one guess

Look I’m really in a hurry, I like you, you seem nice, do you want my number?

Never sell past the yes, thought me. We exchanged numbers and off she went. The entire set was about thirty seconds long but I had a very good feeling about it.

As the evening progressed I still hadn’t heard from the girl I was supposed to meet that evening. I pinged Curly and she responded relatively quickly, so I thought I’d try to get her out that night. I wouldn’t normally move so fast, but I was running out of time and I knew she was keen despite the short set.

She proposed Tuesday, I already had two dates booked in so I postponed the late slot (I’d already had two dates with her and still hadn’t kissed her) and replaced her with Curly for the Tuesday night as I thought she was more on. Curly was insisting that nothing would happen but drinks and tried to grab the frame by deciding the meeting point. I responded to the first shit test humorously and conceded the frame to win the war on the second.

We arranged to meet on Tuesday at 8pm. I’d already had a couple of drinks on a time-waster date (I’ll write about this in my summary post) earlier that day so I was really hoping this one would not go the same way.

Curly was 20mins or so late but I could see she had made a hell of an effort and quickly forgave her. She had a bit more make-up on, wore a pink blouse, a black leather skirt and black high heels. Curly was a low 7, but she was trying her hardest this evening to bump herself up. I was in jeans and a t-shirt, as usual.

I walked her to a venue that was close to my apartment. It was a 10-minute walk, so I finished the rest of what would normally be my set as we walked. I told her where I was from, what I was doing in Belgrade and how long I would be staying for. She was disappointed to find out I’d be leaving in a couple of days.

I asked her if she’d like to sit inside or out, she chose the former. Curly parked herself on a couch and I sat to her left hand side. I got myself a large beer and she ordered a Krauser girl sized beer, we said “Zivelli” and she lit up a cigarette moments later. I love it when girls drink AND smoke; it massively increases the odds of a notch. We made our way through the comfort fluff and I dropped intermittent spikes throughout which she loved. I found out Curvy was 21 and lived with her older sister – her parents were divorced (YES!). She’d just finished a philosophy degree and now had no idea what she was going to do with her life.

I got a second round in, this time switching to G&T, she had a glass of wine and I ramped up the escalation with the questions game. Curvy told me how she gets approached all the time on Knez Mihailova, especially by groups of Indian men who would surround her and grope her whilst asking if she would like to go for dinner. She found my approach much more natural and liked my confidence. I didn’t tell her that it had taken me almost 4 years and over 3000 sets to get to that “natural” style.

Curly told me she only ever had one boyfriend who was also her only sexual partner. I asked her how she rated herself at kissing and she said 8.7. I told her I was a 10 and she smiled. It was now around 10:30pm and she was starting to get a little tipsy. Curly mentioned several times throughout the date that she wasn’t expecting to have this much fun on a first meeting, especially with such an old man (I was the oldest guy she’d been on a date with). I still hadn’t kissed her at this point when she told me that she had to meet her sister in an hour or so. This was my cue to pay the bill and start walking us towards my apartment. As we walked she asked where we were going…

A place around the corner with free wine and nice couches

Your place?


OK, as long as you promise not to kill me.

I remembered I hadn’t pinged Nick to tell him we were coming back. I quickly text him “bouncing” as we were in the lift up to our floor. By the time we got inside the apartment he was still in the living room so I walked Curly to the kitchen and poured us some wine before taking her straight to my bedroom.

I put some music on and sat on a chair to take my shoes off, I told her to do the same as she sat on the couch. I moved across to sit beside her and moments later went in for the first kiss. She was all in. Unfortunately she wasn’t an 8.7 at kissing, maybe a 7 at best. I pulled away and she said…

I told you just drinks, you have not behaved like you said you would.

I said I would TRY to behave.

Moments later the clothes were off and she said the magic words – “do you have protection?”. No LMR whatsoever.

I slapped on the condom and blew my load within about 5 minutes. She didn’t seem too disappointed but the sex was pretty mediocre compared to my last girl, but I guess a notch is a notch.

During the debrief I asked her when she’d decided to have sex, she said as soon as she agreed to come up to the apartment. I ordered her the local equivalent of an uber moments later and she was out of the apartment by 23:20. I went to a bar to join Nick as he puffed on a cigar and sipped on rum to celebrate the completion of his latest book, Younger Hotter Tighter, I believe it’s called.

As I sat there sipping on the rum I couldn’t help but feel a little underwhelmed. I used to be ecstatic after a notch. Was my relentless notch count hyena finally abating? Possibly. But I think it was more to do with the fact that I don’t go to Belgrade to bang low 7’s, especially after being on multiple dates with 8’s and even a 9 (PUA adjudicated by Xants) in the same city. I guess I’ll have to go back for them.

Budapest: Final Thoughts

Photo of random girls, somewhere, some time ago.

I was in Budapest for 8 nights recently and it was somewhat of a mixed bag…

It was a Sunday and I had just endured a horribly hungover 8 hour bus ride from Belgrade (I will do another post on that soon). However, when I stepped off the bus I was raring to go, I had the new city excitement.

I met up with the Cheshire Cat, dropped my stuff at the apartment, showered and went out for the maiden voyage at around 4pm. We caught up over some very expensive steak on Vaci street. As we sat there I saw a cute brunette glide by. I thought, no time like the present so I got up and opened her. She blew me out with a huge eye roll and a “NO THANKS!”. I wished her a nice day and went back to my table with my tail between my legs. It was a sign of things to come.

At the end of the first day, CC and I sat having a beer near our apartment. It was around 9pm and I was happy to have an early night. Then we both saw a tall girl dressed all in black walk by us with huge tits that were hanging out the side of her leotard like top – she was displaying lots of side boob and everyone was staring at her as she passed. I let her go. 10 minutes later, she walked by us again, this time in the other direction. I got a good look at her from the front and I got an instant boner. I got up, made chase and opened her down a dark street. She hooked instantly telling me how she was a historian and how she liked to show people around the city. She asked me if I’d like to go up to the castle with her and she would explain the history of the city. I agreed. She went home to freshen up, I returned to CC and finished my beer. 10 minutes later she returned. I thought the SDL was on, but it turned out to be a huge false positive. We walked around the castle grounds, I tried to kiss her multiple times and she was having none of it. I tried to bounce her to a bar, she was having none of it. At around midnight we went our separate ways and she did not respond to messages afterwards and I never saw her again. Whore.

The next three days were equally frustrating. I was averaging 15 sets a day mostly getting blow-outs and no hook-points, even off the girls I closed. The only girls that did hook had boyfriends. I honestly thought the city was trolling me. There was a steep drop in quality compared to Belgrade so getting bad responses from sub-par girls didn’t help my vibe much. But on the Wednesday afternoon things took an upswing, there were more girls on the street and the vibe in the city had changed. I started getting sticky leads and I began to relax, doing less, more calibrated sets. I got laid on the Thursday and then again on the Saturday. I liked the city all of a sudden.

Here are the numbers;

Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss Lays
48 0.00% 31.25% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 6.25% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 4.17%
8.00 0 15 0 0 0 3 0 0 0 0 2

None of the girls flaked, they all sent me responses, most of them were weak and a lot complained of being busy with exams. Interestingly, not one of the girls I opened had whatsapp, they all insisted on Instagram. This didn’t turn out to be a bad thing, if you have a good profile instagram can act as a powerful DHV.

I instagram closed just over 1 in every 3 sets, I only got 3 of these girls out on dates, thats 1 for every 5 closes and I banged two of them, that’s 1 notch for every 1.5 dates, or 1 notch per every 24 opens.

I didn’t get many, if any IOI’s in Budapest. I found that there wasn’t really any maybe girls for me, they were either no’s or yes’s. The two girls I banged clearly really liked me. One took a bit more effort to bang than the other but they were both yes girls.

Budapest as a city is a nice place to visit, there’s plenty of touristy things to do – which I didn’t do any of apart from on dates. Yes, I’m a philistine. However, I found the Hungarian people to generally be miserable bastards with no sense of humour. There were English stag-parties all over the place spamming up the vibe and the segway snakes did my bloody head in. As they wizzed by me I was always hoping for them to hit a pot hole and fall flat on their face. Unfortunately that never happened.

The nightlife is quite good, there are many bars around the Jewish quarter which makes it very conducive for bar/gutter game. I didn’t do that much of this, instead preferring to just get drunk most evenings with CC as I rued my decision to come to the city.

All things considered, I don’t think I would go back. I didn’t find there to be a high enough concentration of hot girls and it felt like the city was constantly tapping away at my vibe. Although I enjoyed my time there and had a laugh with CC, I was happy to get the bus out of there.



Lay Report: Horny Hungarian

Add septum piercing.

Last night I bagged my 50th daygame notch and 34th flag. There was no fan fare or big boss to fight as a reward for completing another level, but it is a milestone nonetheless. It’s quite a good story though…

As mentioned in my previous lay report, the trip had been going pretty terribly up until the second half of last Wednesday. I opened this girl after spotting her in the queue ahead of me at a convenience shop. I had ploughed through almost 40 sets in Budapest since my arrival the previous Sunday up until this one good one. Let’s pick-up where I left off and fill in the blanks…

As I queued to pay I saw a really cute girl in line ahead of me. After we both made our purchases I opened her outside. She opened like a Christmas tree telling me of her love of all things Irish and how she even tried Irish dancing when she visited. I invited her out right there and then for the next evening (Thursday), she told me she’d already agreed to meet another guy for a date. Theres no way he can be as charming and handsome as me, I countered. She giggled, we exchanged Instagram’s and hopefully that will be a separate lay report of its own.

And so it is.

Sandra was just a little shorter than me and had long jet black hair tied up in a pony tail. She wore big pointy glasses and had her septum pierced. She wore a tight white t-shirt which showed off her flat mid-rif underneath a long black and white cardigan with baggy jeans that had mini-mouse stamps all over them. She looked different and I told her this when I opened her. Sandra was a solid 7.

I found out that she was a barista in a coffee shop, had been to Ireland a couple of times and was an avid Irish dancer. Sandra loved to dance, travel and drink beer, especially Guinness. It was like the Daygame Gods were rewarding me for my persistence through the previous days of hard slog. We had a lot in common and she seemed to have a good sense of humour. I was conscious that I only had a few days left in the city so I invited her out the next evening whilst I was in set. She told me that she had already agreed to meet another guy. I found it a bit strange that she would tell me this in set and it led me to believe that this girl had some R-selected traits – always a good indicator for fast sex.

The next day I sent her a photo ping and asked her how her day was. She replied a couple of hours later saying that she was really, really tired. I knew she had a date that night so I replied;

“You should get some rest tonight and I will take you for a drink at the weekend ;)”

It seemed she did just that, I had a look at her instagram story later that evening and she had put up a video of her at home watching cartoons.

We agreed to meet last night (Saturday) at 8.15pm for beers. I had had a horrible day up until that point and I wouldn’t have minded if she flaked on me. I got in the previous evening at around 2am and then was awoken at 7am the next morning by plumbers who were trying to repair the toilet in our apartment. On Friday afternoon our landlord came knocking on our door and told us we had to stop using the toilet in the flat immediately. She didn’t speak great English so she asked me to go downstairs to the coffee shop underneath with her. I thought “oh this is nice, she’s going to buy me a coffee”. She took me behind the counter of the coffee shop and opened a store room door to reveal a big hole in the roof and debris all over the floor.

Epic shit.

What remains of the toilet.



Pipes burst, flood, roof fall

Oh shit

Yes, we must replace pipes and toilet

How long will that take?

Not sure, a week, Monday earliest

Great – no toilet in the flat until the day I was due to leave. But enough about that, let’s get back to the girl.

I decided to meet her at 8:15 so that I could watch Manchester United vs. Chelsea in the FA Cup final. I watched the game and my team lost so I really wasn’t in the best of moods as I went to meet her.

I was a couple of minutes late and she was standing there waiting for me. Sandra had done her hair up into what I can only describe as a game of thrones like crown thing. I have no idea what it’s called, but it looked nice. Strangely everything else was casual, she wore a light-weight space grey hoody, a white t-shirt, baggy jeans and converse.

You look uhhm, nice – I was perplexed.

We exchanged pleasantries and I walked us to the same venue 1 that I took the previous girl to. The conversation was a bit awkward as we walked, she was very quiet and giving me one word answers so I resorted to commenting on everything that was going on around me to fill in the gaps. When we finally got to the bar it was completely dead. I got a round in and she chose the strongest beer on the menu. Good sign.

I’m glad it’s quiet in here, I’ll be able to hear you speak

Sorry I am being quiet, I’m just very nervous

Don’t worry, I’ll carry the conversation until you drink enough beer.

Sandra relaxed. We sat outside on a bench beside each other and she told me about her life in Budapest. I found out she was 24 and still had a normal family life, with mother and father still together. Her father had bought her an apartment in which she now lived alone. She told me more about her love for Irish dancing and how she won an award for being the best barista in Budapest the previous year. She told me about all her travels and I gave her some stories of my own. The conversation was finally flowing and Sandra was drinking her beer faster than me so we got another round in. Sandra also smoked a lot of cigarettes which always makes girls more likely to bang. I was pretty sure it was on.

After the second round was done I went to bounce her to the same rock bar right beside my apartment but it was packed with it being a Saturday night. I walked us to another venue 5 or so minutes away from the flat which was a fancy speakeasy. Sandra complained that the place was too fancy for her. You’ll be fine I countered.

I ordered us two old fashioned cocktails as we sat on a couch beside each other. I started the questions game and things got sexual very quickly.

What is your lucky number?

I don’t know, 7?

You’ve only had sex with 7 girls?!

Ooooooh that lucky number. I have no idea

I keep a list, mine is 14. You must have an idea.

Little did Sandra know that she was on track to be daygame notch number 50.

Well, obviously I’m older than you so my number is going to be higher. I’d estimate around 70 or 80.

This was an honest guess if I include night-game and pre-game lays. Sandra looked impressed.

How do you score yourself on a scale of 1 to 10 at kissing?

9, you?


I looked around the room and kept my mouth shut. Sandra re-opened;

Would you like to kiss me?

If you insist

Sandra was all in with tongue down my throat and hands clawing at my face and neck. It was definitely on.

I asked for the check and we started walking in the direction of my apartment. Sandra asked where we were going and I told her that we were going to my flat to drink wine. She did not object.

As we got into the flat I told her to take her shoes off as we entered before giving her to tour. This is where the earlier toilet story comes in to play. I showed her my room, the kitchen, the shower room and finally the toilet.

I hope you don’t need the toilet because, as you can see, we only have a hole in the ground at the moment

Hahaha, what the hell?! I actually need to pee

Uhhhhm, you can pee in the shower if you like, as long as you rinse it down afterwards.

Oh jesus

Come on, it will be a funny story for your list

Ok, ok, please get me some toilet paper and I will pee in the shower

And so she did. After this the rest was easy. No LMR whatsoever. The sex was very kinky and I banged her in more positions than I normally do. She had a great body with large breasts and a good ass for spanking and she really seemed to enjoy sex. Sandra took particular joy in sucking on my left testicle which I found strange. I asked her if she was ok because at one point she lay there for about 2 minutes with my right nut in her mouth.

I’m fine, I just like the taste of your sweaty testicles

Lovely. After this I banged her raw-dog and came 3 times, a rare feat for me. Sandra told me she wanted to go home soon after this so I walked her to her bus stop. At this point Sandra asked me to go back to hers with her as she didn’t want to sleep alone. As she asked me this I thought about my recent pumpin’ n’ dumpin’ escapades and decided that I would try to be nice to a girl after banging her for once. So I agreed. I slept in her bed and banged her again in the morning before saying my goodbyes. I told her to let me know the next time she comes to London and we can go for a drink, and you know what, I might even follow through on that.






Lay Report: 20 y/o Italian K girl

Macy had shorter hair, white skin and green eyes. So nothing like this girl at all.

I arrived in Budapest on Sunday it has largely been Shitsville. That was until last night (Thursday) when I raw dogged a tight 20 year old vagina. Here’s the story….

The quality had been poor and the sets few and far between. I went out all day Monday and Tuesday to “farm” doing around 30 sets in total and only coming away with a few weak leads.

On Wednesday I woke up determined to get some solid ones. My wing, the Cheshire Cat, was taking forever to get ready on Wednesday morning so I headed out solo and told him to text me when he was finished doing his hair.

Before he joined me I had done 9 sets already, notch hyena was hungry. They were a mixture of blowouts and no hook-pointers. The only girl that did hook told me she had a boyfriend at the end of a 10 minute set. I was fuming.

When CC finally got his shit together he proceeded to lifestyle coach me.

Maaaaaate, you need to relax, take a chill pill,Breeeathe.

It helped my vibe immensely (note sarcasm). We started taking turns to open and I got another blowout, I was at tipping point. I can’t remember the last time I did 10 sets and got SFA.

I’m very aware of my own ego and sometimes I use it to spur myself on, this was one such occasion. I was walking along muttering to myself “I’m fuckin’ Roy Walker, these bang average bitches have no right to reject me, I WILL GET LAID HERE”.

We went to the shop in the University area in Kalvin square so I could buy a kefir yoghurt in an effort to heal my tormented gut. As I queued to pay I saw a really cute girl in line ahead of me. After we both made our purchases I opened her outside. She opened like a Christmas tree telling me of her love of all things Irish and how she even tried Irish dancing when she visited. I invited her out right there and then for the next evening (Thursday), she told me she’d already agreed to meet another guy for a date. Theres no way he can be as charming and handsome as me, I countered. She giggled, we exchanged Instagram’s and hopefully that will be a separate lay report of its own.

With that, my vibe had sky-rocketed from rock bottom to Uhuru summit in the space of 10 minutes. All it takes is one good set.

CC and I took a walk up towards Deak Ferenc and it was my turn to open again. I saw a cute little girl with brown frizzy hair, baggy clothes and a box full of art supplies in her arms. Just as she thought she was out of my peripheral vision she threw a sly IOI. CC and I both saw it. I wheeled around instantly and as I did so CC said something like

Shiiiiit, you bastard

I’m assuming he was jealous. Who knows.

As I got in front of her a beaming smile broke out on her face.

Excuuuuuse me, I have to tell you something a little bit cheeky… I saw you walking along and I thought you looked really cute so I had to say hi

She stood there mesmerised so I continued with the stack…

How can a little girl like you carry all this stuff? You must have strong arms.

Still mesmerised, I threw more bait out…

You have a different look, you’re definitely not Hungarian, I’d guess Italian.

Yeeeees, well I’m half Italian, half Hungarian.

HOOKITY HOOK HOOK, finally I had a live one.

Where were you born?


So you’re Italian.

She didn’t argue, where you are born is where you are from. Simples.

We chatted for 5 minutes or so as she struggled to hold up a box of spray cans under one arm and big rolls of paper under another.

I found out she was an artist and had only moved to Hungary 3 weeks ago to take up an art course which would start in June. She told me she doesn’t normally talk to strangers in the street, but she had no friends here yet so she was willing to try new things.


Eventually she (let’s call her Macy) started to complain that her arms were getting tired so she had to go. We exchanged Instagram’s and off she went. I went back to CC and declared “I’ve got a good feeling about that one”.

We did a few more sets and as we did so Macy sent me a flurry of messages. We agreed to meet the next evening for beers at 8pm.

I turned up on time and she was already there waiting and speaking to her sister on the phone. Macy had put some make-up on and wore a tight white blouse which made her surprisingly large boobs pop out, a black leather jacket and tight blue jeans. Her arse looked amazing and I was pleasantly surprised by her figure as she hid it underneath baggy clothes the previous day. Macy was a solid to high 7.

As I said hello she hung up the phone to her sister. We exchanged pleasantries and I started walking her to a bar close to my apartment.

We had one beer in the first venue as we got through all the comfort fluff. I found out she was only 20 years old and I was the oldest guy she’d ever met with. Macy told me that all her family were back in Italy and she was living with her grandmother in Budapest. I asked if she had a curfew, she said no. She told me this was the first time she’d ever met a stranger for a date, we talked about music and she seemed to like everything I did. We talked about extreme sports and she seemed to like everything I did. We talked about food, she told me that she made the best pizza and would make it for me one day. I told her that it wasn’t going to work out between us as I don’t eat pizza. She looked disappointed. She was gazing deeply into my eyes and her whole body did a little spasm every time I touched her and she was giggling at almost everything I said, I’m really not that funny. I knew it was on.

I bounced her to the next bar which was a rock bar with couches and also coincidentally right beside my apartment. I got another round in, we grabbed a couch and I started the questions game. We both drank the beers very slowly (I was still hungover from the previous night, and she’s a tiny girl) and I slowly ramped up the escalation.

I found out she’d only ever had sex with one man and that man was her only ever boyfriend. She’d never been a proper date. She’d never tried online dating. Her favourite body part was her eyes. When I asked her what type of guys she liked, she said they need to be loyal and trustworthy. All very K answers.

I pulled her in for the kiss and she pulled her head away and grabbed my arm digging her nails in whilst moaning in pleasure and pulling me into her.

That’s fine, I’ll only try to kiss you 5 more times.

She didn’t giggle but she looked at me with eyes that I interpreted as “take me home and fuck me now”.

I decided to de-escalate by asking her how tall she was, she said 168cm… I protested that that was not possible, she was at least a full head shorter than me. I got her to stand up and told her her real height, 155cm. After doing so I pulled her in again for the kiss whilst we were still standing. She didn’t pull away this time but just kept her face there totally still whilst digging her nails into both of my fore-arms. It was time to bounce.

I live close to here, let’s go up for one more drink and we can listen to some better rock music. If you feel uncomfortable you can leave whenever you want.

She hesitated before saying…

Ok, but I drink water, no more alcohol.

I told her to take her shoes off as we entered and gave her the tour. She took a seat at the kitchen table whilst I got myself a beer and poured her some water.

I moved us to the bedroom and onto the bed where it would be more comfortable to watch youtube videos on my laptop. We kissed and she lay there completely still.

Are you ok?

Um, I’m just really scared, I’ve never done this

You’re a virgin?

No I mean with a stranger and on the first night

I understand

I rolled off and played some more videos on youtube for 15mins or so before escalating again. This time I got some proper kissing and she started getting into it, biting my lip and digging her nails into my neck before freezing again and saying that it was too soon.

I rolled off again and played more videos before escalating again, this time getting her top off. This process would repeat another 4 or so times until I eventually got her completely naked to reveal a fantastic little body. I was fingering her vigorously from behind as she lay in the foetus position, she was moaning quite loudly and was now sopping wet. After about 90 minutes of LMR I finally slid my dick in raw dog and banged her for about two mins before blowing my load all over her back. Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven.

She lay there cooing and giggling as I tickled her whilst she lay on top of me. I went out for a cigarette in the hope that she would put her clothes on and want to leave by the time I returned. When I got back she was still fully naked on top of the bed. Clearly two minutes in heaven was not enough for Macy.

I asked her the post sex questions whilst my semen regenerated. She didn’t decide when to have sex with me “it just happened” and she hadn’t had sex in over a year.

A few minutes later we went at it again and this time I lasted an entire 5 minutes. I always cum a lot quicker when they have hot little bodies and are a bit kinky. At around 2am she ordered her own taxi and was on her way back to her grandmothers.

Macy definitely wasn’t an R-girl. This was a rare instance of a K-girl stepping out in a new environment and dipping her toe in the water to see what it’s like. I have no doubt that she will be boyfriended up very quickly because she is a sweet little girl with a smoking hot body.

Macy was my third notch in just under 3 weeks since setting of on my travels. My daygame only tally now stands at 49. One more and I will gladly accept my membership to the mPUA hall of fame.

Lay Report: A Columbian Latina in EE

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Kind like this, except with a smaller waist and covered in tattoos and piercings

After a tricky start to my time in this city, normal service is starting to resume. I have a phone full of leads and not enough time to take them all out. I banged one of those leads on the first date last night. Here’s the story…

Last Saturday, around 6pm I was sipping on a gin and tonic whilst fishing with Mr S (a fellow Irishman and infrequent poster on City daygame) who had just arrived the previous evening. I still wasn’t back to 100% and was only opening 4 or 5 sets a day, I’d also just had my first notch so the hunger wasn’t quite there. As we sat there discussing the pros and cons of having Jose Mourinho as boss at United we both clock a real outlier passing by our table.

Valeria was fairly short with long brown curly hair. She was wearing a white t-shirt and big baggy hippy style pants (they were horrible). Both her arms were covered in dense tattoos and both of her lips were pierced. She was walking very slowly down the street as if she were floating. Mr S turned to me;

Roy, ye haaaf ta do dat one

Meeeeh, but she’s not even that hot (she’s a high 6 at best)

I knooooow, but ye just haaaff ta

Having been convinced my Mr S’s fool-proof argument, I got up and made chase.

Valeria had a loud American accent, however, it wasn’t the annoying nasally type, it was still quite pleasant. She was born in Colombia (this would be another new flag for me) hence the more exotic look, but her father was Serbian and they moved here when she was young. The set was going very smoothly until she pointed at my t-shirt and started laughing….

OH MY GOD, is that Donald Trump on your T-shirt

Yes, it is. Top marks for observation

Are you kidding me? You know I’m a feminist right?

My mother told me there are three things you should never speak to a woman about – Politics, religion and ex-boyfriends.

Well, I love to talk about politics and religion!

Good for you. But let’s save that for another time.

Having recovered the set I moved towards the number close and one of her male orbiter friends she was about to meet introduced himself to me. I quickly said hi to him before giving Valeria my phone so she could tap her number in.

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More Roy Walker Text Game Mastery.

I met her at 8pm on Monday at the place where everyone meets in this city. She looked prettier having put on some make-up. Valeria had also put on some tight pants which showed off her rather large botswana.

We exchanged pleasantries before I told her I was taking her to an Irish bar. She told me that she doesn’t drink beer. I said fine, drink wine then. She doesn’t drink that either. Ok, drink Gin. She said, “Yes, I can drink that”.

We sat outside and went through the comfort fluff whilst sipping on G&T’s. She was actually a really interesting girl. Valeria told me how she is 21 and studying two degrees concurrently and how she is also a power lifter – should would be competing later in the year. The power-lifting combined with a mix of Columbian and Serbian genes would surely guarantee a fantastic backside thought me. She told me about what it was like to grow up in Columbia and then spend her teenage years in Serbia. I was having fun so we ordered another round of G&T’s. We drank those pretty quickly as we both smoked away at my cigarretes.

I told her I wanted to take her to another place and she had no hesitations. I paid the cheque and walked her to a quieter place at the end of the same road. We sat upstairs on a couch. I made sure that she sat on my left side to make the giant cold sore on the right corner of my mouth less obvious. She didn’t mention it once.

We ordered another round and I started escalating. I didn’t feel the need for the questions game because this girl had quite a strong frame and the conversation was pretty free flowing and getting more and more sexual anyway.

As we were half way through the drinks I told her I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got up I said;

I’m going to go to the toilet now, when I come back I’m going to try to kiss you. You will probably push me a way and that’s perfectly fine. But I’ll keep trying until you kiss me. 

Valeria broke out in a huge smile but looked at me as if to say “wow, this guy is not shy”.

As I came back from the toilet she got up to go to the ladies. I sat on the couch playing on my phone. When she came back she pounced on me, grabbing my face and pulling me in for the kiss. I tried my hardest to only use the left side of my mouth, but it was difficult as she was quite an aggressive girl.

I pushed her off and we resumed talking about the male/female mating strategies. This girl understood r/k theory and was saying things to me that I would normally say to girls on dates. It all felt a bit surreal and I told her this. She told me more about her fucked up child hood. Her father left when she was two and her mother used to and still does beat her. At this point I knew it was in the bag.

We finished the drinks and I told her we should go.

Is this the part where you invite me back to your place?

Wow, wow young lady. I’m not that easy. But you can come back if you insist.

I paid the cheque and walked her straight to the apartment. I gave her a little tour of the flat and she was very impressed. She sat on the couch in the living room as I got myself a beer from the fridge and poured her some water. I put on some music and minutes later all our clothes were on the floor. I quite enjoyed banging her doggy whilst spanking her big Columbian ass. It was a sight to behold.


I didn’t last very long the first time, so 20 minutes or so we went at it again. This girl was actually fun to bang but I probably won’t see her again. She was angling to stay over but I told her I don’t sleep very well with another girl in the bed. Soon after this she ordered herself an uber and off she went into the night. I just hope I haven’t given her herpes.

Lay Report: Croatian Rock Chick

Roxy had much bigger breasts and whiter skin. 

I’m back in one of my favourite daygame destinations and I’m finding it tough. I won’t reveal the precise location as there are “doxers” at the gate with nothing better to do than hate on other men.

I’ve been hit with three consecutive ailments since my arrival, first a vicious bout of diarrhoea which significantly depleted my vibe for a couple days. The next day I awoke with a blocked left ear passage and now I have a big cold sore on my mouth. I’ve been completely ignoring Krauser’s advice on how to culminate and nurture vibe and I am paying the price, for this I blame Xants, nothing to do with me, I’m the victim here. However, I swatted these obstacles aside to bag my first notch of the jaunt on the 5th night. Here’s the story…

Having arrived in our apartment in the late afternoon, Xants and I dropped our bags, had a quick spray of the smelly stuff and hit the streets. Xants was chomping at the bit and wasted no time in doing the first set. As we walked away from the main strip towards a popular meeting point Xants said “There’s one over there if you want it”. This is why he is such a good wing. We have a strict system where we take turns doing sets, if it’s your turn and you don’t want it, your wing is free to do it. I only saw her from behind and she was walking away from us at quite a pace, but it looked good enough, I would indeed take my turn.

Roxy was quite tall at just a couple of centimetres shorter than me, she had long black hair almost down to her bum, was dressed from head to toe in tight black clothes including a big leather choker with metal studs around her neck and wore dark purple lip stick.

I got in front and I knew I had hook point before I even opened. She planted herself as I reeled off some gibberish. I can’t actually remember what I said, probably something along the lines of her being a spy on her way to complete a secret mission, bla bla. It didn’t matter, it was all in the sub-com.

Her eye contact was strong and she had a good look at me up and down. It turned out she was a lot sweeter than she appeared, she lived in a village with her parents that was two bus rides away and she came to the city for work every day. Roxy loved her rock n’ roll music so I regaled her with my failed attempt to be a rock star (Yes, I was actually in a real band, with real band mates and real punters and everything), I could see the wheels spinning in her eyes. She was attracted.

We exchanged numbers and off she went on her two buses back to the village.

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Roy Walker Text Game Mastery. 

As mentioned, I knew it was on, so no mad text skillz required. I pinged her a couple of times between the Sunday and Thursday just to keep it alive.

We arranged to meet at 6pm on Thursday. I got there 5 minutes early and she was already standing there waiting. She looked slightly hotter than when I had opened her as she put on a bit more make-up. Roxy was a solid 7.

We exchanged pleasantries before I asked her if she liked beer. “It’s my favourite drink!”

Green Flag

I walked us to a nearby craft beer bar. I got the drinks in and we sat outside on the balcony. It was a warm but windy day. I took her through the comfort fluff and found out that she was actually born in Croatia and moved here when she was a child. My eyes lit up at the prospect of capturing a new flag. Soon Roxy started to complain that the wind was blowing her hair everywhere. We moved inside.

I pointed at some stools by the bar, she said no and pointed to a couch in a dark corner.

Green Flag

Roxy sat to my left on the couch and put her handbag to her left side so that there were no obstacles between us.

Green Flag

I started the questions game and her first question was “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Green Flag

It was on. The waiter brought us another round of beers as I chain smoked on cigarettes – she didn’t smoke, however, she insisted that I should smoke if I wanted to.

Green Flag

I asked her if she had to rate herself on a scale of 1 to 10, how would she score herself at kissing. “Eight!” she proudly declared and asked me the same question back. “I’m a 10” said me. She leaned in slightly and looked deep into my eyes as she waited for the kiss. I looked around the room, said “I like it in here” before having another swig of beer.

I put the beer down, put my hand behind her neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She was all in, kissing with heavy tongue and rubbing her hands all over me. I’m pretty sure I could have banged her there and then but I thought it was probably best not to.

I drank the rest of my beer and she was taking long with hers so I drank that too.

Let’s go for a walk

Ok, that’s a good idea

I walked her straight to my apartment which was 5 minutes away. We got to the front door.

I live here, would you like to come up for one more drink?

Oh OK, why not

Green Flag

We got inside and I gave her a little tour of the apartment. Xants was in his bedroom getting ready to go out. I told her that we should go to the bedroom as my flat mate was in. No objections on her side.

She sat on the end of my bed as I went to the fridge to get us a couple of beers.

I came back and put the laptop on to play some music. The first song I chose was Metallica – Enter sandman. By the time the song finished my penis had entered her, absolutely no LMR. She had an amazing body – big breasts, big ass and a small waist.

It was now around 8:30pm and I was pretty keen to get rid of her having already blown my load. Roxy told me that her next bus back to the village wasn’t until 9:30. FFS, I had to entertain her for another hour.

I never thought that I would see the day that I would bang a girl with a porn star body and then try to get rid of her as quickly as possible, but I have. I lost all interest in this girl as soon as I banged her and it makes me slightly concerned if I will ever be able to settle down with one girl.

I played her some trigger happy TV on youtube to try and kill time – Roxy looked at the screen with a confused expression on her face as I giggled away. Soon she started pawing at me and trying to kiss me. I sighed before slapping on another condom and banging her again – it was nowhere near as satisfying.

Soon after this I walked Roxy to her bus stop before joining Xants in a restaurant for some late dinner.

As you can see from all the green flags along the way, this was a total yes girl. They don’t come along often, especially in this city. But when they do all you have to do is show up and lead, lead, lead.







Review: Daygame Infinite

A big beast of a review for a big beast of a book.

Why am I reviewing this book?

I first got wind that Krauser was writing this when I winged with him for the first time in Warsaw last May. As we wandered over towards the big Stalin building I asked him what his endgame was, he told me of his plans to finish the memoirs and how he had almost finished writing the “new mastery”. He carried on to explain how he had done a lot of game since he published mastery and that his style had changed, he wanted to capture all of this new material and present it in a well polished daygame magnus opus that would leave a lasting impression on the community. I was intrigued if not slightly sceptical that this was possible, surely if mastery taught you to master the art, what could the next step be? Was there even a next step?

Krauser was only in Warsaw for a couple of days and after he left the cogs continued to turn in my head as to what this new book would contain. The curiosity got the better of me so I pinged him a message asking if he would like another test reader. He was apprehensive at first given that I was a pikey and he didn’t know me very well. Only his inner circle could be trusted with his groundbreaking new material. A few days later he pinged me back saying that I could have a copy when we would meet again in Moscow in June. The day we both landed we did some sets, went for a drink and then he bounced me back to his centrally located high-class hostel bedroom using the “I need to give you the book” excuse, it was genius and it felt so natural at the time. Now I knew how all those girls felt.

The book looked like one of his memoirs and was still in a raw format containing roughly 2/3’s of the finished product. I skimmed through it as I waited for my uber of shame home outside his hostel, it looked good.

I proceeded to read a chapter or two a day in between daygame sessions. I was in quite a unique position where I was reading about things he would do on the street and then seeing it in action that very same day. I can verify that he does indeed still do all of the things he says he does in this book, except for the dating and bedroom stuff, we’re not THAT close. I recall walking down Arbat street with Ricky Roma and Krauser was walking ahead of us, he started shadow boxing and Ricky and I looked at each other before packing up laughing. But then Krauser got an IOI from a cute girl, he proceeded to open the girl and he might have even got her number.

We had a couple of feedback sessions, one in Moscow and then another in Kiev where we went through lots of notes I had scribbled down, I’m not sure how useful this process was for Nick, but he was kind enough to send me a free copy of the finished product at Christmas. It’s now April and I have finally finished it.

Why did it take me so long to read?

There are various reasons – I’d already read most of it during the test read, I’m quite a slow reader and the book is not designed to be a page turner, it’s a reference book. I’ve also been a rather busy boy with work, chasing skirt and changing circumstances in my own life. But enough about me…

What did I think of the finished product?

Five word summary: It’s a fucking great book.

Longer Summary;

You can tell that Uncle Nick has put a lot of effort in to this. As with most of his work it is very well written, he manages to keep what is fairly technical and dry content entertaining to read with good use of metaphors, analogies, intellectual mastery and humour. The layout of the book is a step above Mastery and the colour adds another dimension, it looks and feels like a quality product.

The aim of the book is to take an intermediate daygamer and orient him towards becoming “advanced”. Many people have different definitions of what an advanced daygamer is, some do it by notch count, others by number of approaches and others by the number of years in the game. Krauser says to be advanced you should have already mastered the mechanics of the skill set and be ready to take the next step.

He is now ready to move on from having mastered someone else’s art and to begin creating his own.

By Krauser’s own definition, you should be free-styling and coming up with your own material. So surely you shouldn’t need to read a book to tell you how to become “advanced”?

The best way to answer that question will be to go through each chapter and highlight the parts that I found the most interesting which I could perhaps apply to my own game, this blog is all about me, after all. Let’s dive in…

Section 1: Introduction

As with all good introductions, this chapter sets the scene well – explaining what distinguishes this book from his last hardback before explaining what the cornerstone of advanced daygame is: Vibe. You may be thinking, that sounds like something Yad would say, and you’d be right, but not once has Yad ever even attempted to explain (as far as I’m aware) how to culminate and nurture this illusive thing that they call, vibe.

He moves on to say a little on what he believes to be the key concepts of game, namely;


  • SMV
  • Forebrain/Hindbrain
  • Yes/No/Maybe Girls
  • Red/Amber/Green
  • r/k selection

Having whet the readers appetite with all this he gets stuck into the meaty stuff…

Section 2: Players World

Krauser sets out to rewire your brain so that you have a healthier mindset which will in turn make your daygame more enjoyable and hopefully increase your success on the streets. He opens with an in-depth analysis of r/K and advises against the perils of going full r and the impact it will have on your friendships. This is very good advice, I have seen a few guys I know go off the rails a bit when going full r.

He tells the reader how to identify and overcome addiction to daygame. I am guilty as charged when it comes to having periods of addiction. It’s ok if this happens at the beginning during your immersion period, but you will become a vacuous person if daygame is all that you think, do and talk about.

The most interesting concept for me was “Your notch count doesn’t exist“. I couldn’t help but feel triggered while reading this, I count every approach, never mind every notch and proudly display it on my blog for the world to see. This is an ego trap according to K and again he is right. We all have an ego and if you don’t realise this you are probably a sociopath. Every time one of your wings sends you a +1 message your immediate reaction is – Bastard! – before texting him congratulations, this is your ego being butt-hurt that your wing is banging more birds than you, it’s natural.

The importance of inner game is something which is not spoken about enough in the community and some coaches even actively discourage it instead choosing to fill our heads with mantra such as “the game is played infield” and “embrace the grind”. Krauser instead proposes that introspection-led inner game is essential and I couldn’t agree more. He explains how the danger of not introspecting can lead to becoming a full-blown narcissist and I was impressed that he avoided the temptation to name any names (in this section or throughout the book).

Section 3: Vibe

Nurturing vibe is still a personal weak spot. I’m generally a happy chappy but I frequently abuse my body on Eurojaunts with too much booze, cigarettes and not enough sleep. I still get results, but just imagine if I had even better vibe!

This chapter introduces three great metaphors; the daygame river, the birdsong and the Inca Trail.

The daygame river metaphor suggests that we should go with the flow and not try to swim against it. If there are no sets, there are no sets, so be it. It shouldn’t dictate your mood and you should not get upset that you haven’t hit your 10 sets for the day. This is great advice and something that I have taken on board since reading this book. I walked around Melbourne plenty of times without ever doing a set and I didn’t blame myself.

The birdsong is an r/k based metaphor where the k selected male birds build nests in the hope of luring a female mate. The r selected bird sings a song and lures the female out of their nest to bang them without having provided any other value. The advanced daygamer should be perfecting his birdsong.

The Inca Trail metaphor surmises that no-one ever remembers the tour guide, they remember the place and the experience of being there. A player should be letting the girl experience good game and providing her with adventure sex.

Krauser is an advocate of daygaming with a wing which was interesting for me to find out initially as most coaches say that daygame is a solo sport. In his Wing Work section he explains the many advantages of having a good wing and how to spot a bad wing. Having had plenty of both in the past I found myself nodding along to pretty much all of the advice given.

Section 4: Pre-Approach


In this chapter Krauser gives the reader many tips and tricks on how to stay in the vibe sweet spot, he tells you how to calibrate, how to take advantage of individual types of girls more suited to you, how to spot signals they transmit and how to get girls to give you IOI’s. However, the most important takeaway from this chapter is Calibration. There are far too many uncalibrated monkeys running around the Eastern European hotspots and spoiling the fun for the rest of us with their creepy uncalibrated approaches.

Perhaps the one phrase that sticks out most in the memory from last Summer’s jaunting was;

Well tha wez a victory fuh calibration!

Krauser would say this to me almost directly after either one of us was just blown out by a low probability girl.  I’d heard of calibration before this, but winging with Krauser and watching how he calibrated hammered this point home, it is crucial if you don’t want to burn a city and burn yourself out in the process.


Section 5: Street

Krauser keeps this section short on purpose and focuses on one thing –  triggering girls’ excitement mode. I breezed quickly through it as I pretty much do everything he explains already and have seen him do it many times over. One thing that I could perhaps add to my game is more physical dominance in set.

There’s a nice little interlude in this chapter where he uses the movie Groundhog day as a metaphor for purgatory and how it is analogous to the players journey. I thought that was very clever.

Section 6: Messaging

I hate texting girls, I’m still not great at it and I really hate it when other guys ask me for texting advice. I am a big believer in the mantra that if the set is good enough, the texting shouldn’t matter. I was very impressed by K’s mad skillz throughout this rather chunky chapter but at the same time I couldn’t help but find it all a little bit dull. This is not a criticism to K, if I don’t enjoy texting my own girls, I’m most certainly not going to enjoy reading other PUA’s exchanges. But I did and this is what I learnt about myself;

  • I rely way too much on having a good set
  • I’m not sure I could ever be arsed putting as much effort into texting as K seems to
  • I could keep more leads if I adopted K’s methods

K takes the reader through the various stages of texting and gives lots of examples of how he got a number of different girls in different situations out on dates and ultimately into the bedroom. There is lots of gold in there but there is one central theme throughout – What does this tell me about where she is at? By this K means at what point along the seduction dance is she at. This is what you should always be thinking when texting a girl and you should know your next move when you’ve figured it out.

I will promise to try to be more arsed about texting girls from now on.

Section 7: Dating Deconstructed

This is the biggest chapter in the book and in it K goes to great lengths to fill what is largely a gap in the market. There is plenty of material out there on approaching, but nowhere near as much on dating.

He explains how you should structure your dates depending on both yours and her circumstances, how to be dominant, how to filter girls over coffee dates and how to run an evening date.

By far the most useful part of this chapter for me was the coffee filter date. This is something I had never really done before and hadn’t even thought about until reading it in infinite the first time round.

There is also a great little section within this chapter called How to tell a DHV story. The main principle being that all good stories should have an intention plus an obstacle. When you tell a girl a story on a date you should be doing so whilst weaving in your own DHV’s.

One thing which K mentions is that all of his dates are run on auto-pilot and that’s the way yours should be too. You shouldn’t be thinking “what does it say in infinite on page 301 about what to do in this situation?!” whilst sat on a date. I couldn’t agree more with this and unfortunately this only comes with practice. However, this chapter is still very useful as to monitor his decision making and general tactics used, everything else should be your own.

Section 8: Bubble Bursting

We’ve all been there when we’ve been on a date with a girl, you think it’s gone tremendously well, you send her a message after the date and she appears to fall off the face of the earth. In this chapter K attempts to show you how to avoid this and how to keep her on the straight and narrow path towards your bedroom. As K shows through the medium of many examples, this is not always straightforward and there may be obstacles to overcome e.g. logistics, timing, maybe she needs more comfort, maybe she needs more excitement or maybe, God forbid, she’s just not into you. In all but the last obstacle, K guides you along the path to keeping them on the path to you putting your D in her V. Good lad.

Section 9: The Close Date

This is quite a short chapter as most of the work has already been done by this point. It details how to tell if it’s a close date, how to recognise the moment she’s decided to sleep with you – the Switch and how to take her home.

There is one example in this chapter called how to wear a girl down over time in which K displays the patience of a patron saint to bang a girl who he had overcooked on a date a few months prior. This is a lead I would have (and probably still would) binned but K has shown that a little message here and there to a girl doesn’t cost you anything and you may even get laid for sheer persistence alone.

Section 10: Bedroom

In this chapter K encourages the reader to learn Brazilian Jiu Jitsu as a means towards dominating a girl in the sack. He explains a few moves that I found confusing to follow if I’m honest, but I won’t be losing any sleep over not following. I do just fine in the bedroom.

But, it is refreshing to see some guidance as again, this is an area that no-one in the community really talks about. If you portray yourself as the dominant, adventure sex guy then you need to be able to back that shit up.




Krauser set out to do something that I thought wasn’t possible; to teach someone how to be “advanced”. His own definition of an advanced daygamer is someone who is free-styling and creating their own new material. This book does a great job of trying to sort out your inner game as much as possible in order to make that stage seem more achievable. It is easily the most in depth piece of writing when it comes to doing everything apart from the actual daygame itself.

For large parts of the book I found myself nodding along in agreement, as if he hadn’t really said anything new. Maybe I’m already “advanced” or maybe Krauser’s style of writing is just so good that it all seems like common sense when he explains it in such a manner that you can’t disagree.

I would recommned this book to any daygamer, it most certainly won’t do you any harm if you’re fairly new to it and it will do you a lot of good if you’re already at intermediate level.

I for one think that Krauser has achieved his objective of leaving a lasting legacy on the daygame community. A job very well done.


Lay Report: Say no to hunting

Kinda like this accept her face had a bit of acne – so, not this hot.

I’ve been in Manchester for some weeks now and have opened 20 sets spread across 7 sessions, those numbers alone should tell you what I think of the quality here. I banged one of those 20 girls last night and it was relatively easy. Here’s the story…

I was walking down Market Street with the Cheshire Cat Sunday past. We had just met up and were doing our first lap of Manchester’s only decent strip for daygame. I was nursing a hangover from the previous evenings shenanigans but rather than feel lethargic and sorry for myself, I was EXTRA horny.

Cheshire was chortling on about something in my ear before he completely changed tack and said something along the lines of “Look at the legs on that thing over there!”

I glanced in that direction and saw a little brown girl with short black hair, a nose piercing, a blue denim jacket, a black t-shirt with a deep V showing off quite an impressive cleavage, bright yellow short shorts (it was around 12 degrees) and black booted high heels. I instantly decided “ratbag – would bang” and made chase to begin my first set of the day.

I found out she was Indian, here to study a masters in Physics, had been here 6 months and was in a hurry to meet some girlfriends for brunch. I quickly told her my situation to bed it down before taking her number. She was a high 6 at best but I really wanted to bang her. The set lasted a little over a minute but I knew it was solid as I walked back to CC.

I text her later that evening and set up a date for the following Wednesday, the meeting point would be the Central Library at 7pm.

We both arrived on time, except she went to a completely different library. She apologised and made her way to me around 20 minutes later. She showed up looking more conservative than when I met her in tight jeans, the same black t-shirt, a puffy hooded jacket and had a backpack on her back.

Oh, have you come straight from the library? I asked.

No, I am going to the library after this, I can only stay for one drink

Oh, why?

I have a huge deadline coming up and I haven’t done any studying today

WHAT THE FUCK?! I concealed my rage and walked us to the nearest pub. It was strangely very busy for a Wednesday night and she struggled to find us seats as I got the drinks in. We sat on stools opposite each other perched on the end of another groups long table.

We went through the comfort fluff, I found out she was 23 and liked going clubbing on the weekends. She loved animals and challenged me with;

What do you think of hunting and killing animals in general? I will judge you on this

I gave her a look as if to say “Really?”. My mind again turned to an infamous quote from a good friend of Ricky Roma and Mr White ;

You’re not hot enough to be this difficult!

I went into quite a long monologue along the lines of;

I’ve never been hunting, but I don’t have anything against it, we’re all animals and we all die some way or another… But I’m not into foxes, or dear, I’d imagine the meat is too tough. There’s nothing I love more than a big juicy steak, a fillet or a ribeye are my favourites, especially the grass fed ones, you know the Tesco finest ones? I’m sure those cows lived in a nice environment, ate the best grass and mooed to their big cow hearts were content before being electrocuted to death humanely.

I could almost see steam coming out of her ears.

I can’t believe you, I love animals and hate hunting, I even went to a protest the other day

She started showing me pictures on her phone of her with a placard saying “Say no to hunting.”

I admire your passion. Said me before quickly changing the subject.

She kept looking at her phone on the table throughout the first venue which was beginning to piss me off.

Do you always play on your phone when you meet a man for a date?

Oh no, sorry, it’s just my friend who I’m meeting after this at the library, she keeps messaging me

Tell her you’re busy and you’ll text her later.

She put her phone away. We left the venue and I walked us in the direction of another bar nearby. We sat on a couch beside each other and she got the drinks in.

I can’t quite remember how it happened but as I sat there in silence looking around the venue, she asked me;

What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so grumpy?

I took a big sip of my beer…

Nothing, I’m going to go home after this beer, I have work in the morning

I’ve been on lots of great dates and this is going to go down as the worst one

Ok, well if you really want to know. I think you should have told me before we met that you were going to the library after. In fact, you should have cancelled and met me another time.

Well, I thought I could meet you for an hour and maybe meet you again another time. What’s the issue?

I had assumed in my head that I was going to bang her on the first date, I wasn’t in the mood for all these obstacles and I really couldn’t be arsed with them. I decided I should at least try and resuscitate this terminal date. I started poking her and asking her if she was ticklish. She started pushing me back and soon we were both giggling. I grabbed her chin and pulled her in for the kiss and she was all in.

I don’t live far from here, let’s go back to my place for a night cap then I’ll put you in an uber to the library.

She thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing. I pulled out my phone, ordered the uber and we were on the way back to my place.

I gave her a brief tour of the flat and moments later our clothes were off and she was screaming like a banshee as I banged her doggy style. I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me and she said when I kissed her in the second bar, the tension between us turned her on. Soon after this I ordered her an uber home, she never made it to the library.

There you go kids, if a bird is annoying you, act grumpy, tell her what she’s done to annoy you, tickle her, kiss her, take her home and then bang her. I’m sure all the top PUA’s will agree.

You can’t bang em’ all

Two girls, on a couch

Another Euro jaunt has come to an end and for the first time since my maiden daygame trip, Bucharest – August 2015, I didn’t get laid. This was not unexpected, the jaunt was only 4 nights long, but it’s still bloody annoying and has placed a little reality checking dent in my ego. Xants and I were discussing it over a couple of beers as we summarised our thoughts on Prague in the Palladium square on the last day and he put it to me rather succinctly.

I reckon you need 8 days to get laid on a jaunt, we’ve done that between us and one of us got laid, so it’s about right.

Krauser has just written a post on a related topic. Xants, in this case, is guy A and I have been in his position on previous trips. I know that my game isn’t bad and that I have been a little unlucky on this trip, I will continue to convince myself of this through the medium of this blog post and there is no better way to back up an argument than with a set of numbers which could be interpreted any which way you want…

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 Near Miss Lays
23 30.43% 8.70% 0.00% 0.00% 4.35% 17.39% 4.35% 0.00% 0.00%
7 2 0 0 1 4 1 0 0

I did 23 sets across 3 days of daygame. My first day was a classic number farm in which I did 15 sets closing 5 of them. My second day I only did 3 sets and 5 on the last day.

My close rate was fairly normal at 1 in 2.56. Of these 9 girls that gave me their details I went on one idate, four D1’s and a D2. That’s a total of 6 dates on a four night trip. This required a little bit of “air traffic control” to try and prioritise which girls I thought were more likely to put out. My overall date to lay ratio (since day 1) is 1 in 2.76. So statistically I was entitled to should have got at least two lays from this trip.

Conversely, my overall approach to lay ratio (since day 1) is 1 in 61.93. If I use this metric to predict how many notches I was due, I should have got laid 0.37 times. I love statistics. I got zero near misses (despite having 2 of the 6 girls on my bed and topless) and zero notches. Let’s go through the dates to analyse if and where I messed up…

A Turkish K-Girl

I opened a tiny little Turk on the first day of my number farm whilst Xants was on a date. She was dressed all in black with a big furry hood, was wearing a black leather backpack and carrying a selfie-stick. This is more stacking material than you can shake a selfie-stick at and of course I did just that.

It was around 7pm when I opened her and she had just arrived from Turkey for the weekend. I’d opened her just as she was having her maiden walk around the city and was walking towards Palladium mall to take herself for food. I was still in number farm mode so I told her to go get some food and we could meet for a drink after, so that’s what we did. I met her outside the mall again and walked us to a bar nearby where I ran the normal comfort fluff.

I’d found out fairly early on that she had just gotten out of a long term relationship and had not dated many guys, in fact I was the first guy she had met with that she didn’t know through friends or family. She’s 25 and works as an engineer in Istanbul. This girl was very cute and I’d but her comfortably in the 7 bracket.

After the first venue I took her to a shisha bar where I escalated and eventually got the kiss after she denied me the first 4 times. I knew that this girl would take a lot of dates if I was going to get laid and neither of us had time for this. I invited her back after we finished the shisha but she told me she doesn’t do this and it was her time of the month so couldn’t even if she did change her ways.

I met her again the next day, took her for food and then bounced her back to the flat straight after. I was surprised she agreed to come back, but only did so on the premise that “we would not be having sex.” I agreed to her request in the full knowledge that I would try to have sex with her anyway. She kissed and even let me take her top off but rejecting any further escalation. I lost patience pretty quickly as it was now almost 8:30pm and I had another date lined up.

I don’t think I did anything wrong in terms of how I ran the set and the dates with this girl, it just wasn’t going to happen this fast with her.

A Hungarian Frame Snatcher

I opened this one early on in the number farm. She didn’t accept my facebook request until the next day so I got her out that night after pinging her once my friend request had been accepted. She was Hungarian, blonde with pretty plain fashion and wore glasses, she was a low 7. I found out that she had arrived on the Friday with her brother and his wife and complained to me of feeling like a third wheel so she broke off on her own for a walk. I told her we should get a drink one of the evenings and she was keen.

On messenger I proposed that we meet at 9pm on the Saturday night so that I could have one more crack at the Turk who would leave on the Sunday. Immediately she tried to snatch the frame and proposed 8pm, I compromised at 8:30 and then she messaged me a picture of Old Town Square and asked if we could meet there. I hadn’t even met her and she had already snatched the frame twice.

I didn’t very much enjoy the date with her, she hit me with shit test after shit test and I let it irritate me a little which I think she could see. I squatted most of the tests away but eventually I reacted and told her “look, if you’re not having a good time I’m happy to leave, otherwise you must play nice”. She acquiesced but the atmosphere was now spoiled. I kissed her eventually before she announced that she doesn’t sleep with men on first dates “anymore” now that she was 26, she needed to be serious. I didn’t try very hard after and was happy to cut my losses.

I could have ran better game with this girl by not getting reactive to the barrage of shit tests, but in the infamous words of a friend of ours “she just wasn’t hot enough to be that difficult!”

A Wacky Harry Potter Fan

On my penultimate day of the trip the pressure was on. Xants had already been laid and had stopped doing sets as he would be spending his last night on a repeat with his notch. I walked around filtering for SDL’s which involved pouncing on any form of IOI. This girl gave me quite a strong one, looking in my direction twice as she was making her way past.

She was a short brunette with very plain fashion. She wore glasses and looked quite nerdy. I teased her about this and she lapped it up.

I met her that evening and she had put a bit of effort in wearing slightly more makeup than earlier and donning a cute little dress and tights. I took her to a coffee shop near my apartment and immediately she announced that she didn’t drink alcohol. Great.

After the coffee I took her to a restaurant next to our apartment because I was hungry. We played the questions game whilst I stuffed my face full of some rather tasty chicken noodles and washed it down with a nice pint of pivo. She had an ice cream.

Soon after this I bounced her to my apartment and she was surprisingly keen to come up. I still hadn’t kissed her. We sat on the couch and I put on some music turning it up as loud as possible in order to drown out any noise that might come from Xant’s crazy BDSM shit in the other room. I kissed her and removed her top whilst we were still in the lounge. She complained that she was cold so I moved her to the bedroom where it was warmer. It was around this time that she announced that she was a virgin (she even joked that she was only 16 – she wasn’t very funny) and that it was her time of the month. Super – smashing – great. I tried in vain for another hour or so, but she would not relent. I let her stay over only because I couldn’t be bothered to walk her to her bus stop and I didn’t want to pay for her uber as she wouldn’t put out. I tried again in the morning but my efforts were in vain.

I don’t think I did much wrong with this girl either – I acted on a big IOI, escalated her on the date but again she was very K and would simply take more dates. Fair enough.

A Hypergamous Minx

I opened this girl on my third and final day of approaching. As Xants and I were walking down the main strip we both saw a stunning little blonde minx walking towards us. She passed a group of guys and they all turned to watch her walk by and made noises along the line of “phhoooowar!”. I took this as my cue to open. She was about 5’4″, had a blue leather jacket on and tight white pants which showed off a very peach little arse. Unfortunately she walked straight into the Mango shop. I followed her in and waited until the security guy stopped gawping at her before I opened. The set went surprisingly well, she was very open. She was czech, a “photo model” and on closer inspection also had a cracking rack which was bursting out of a black top she wore under her jacket. This girl was a high 8 in my book. She was only in Prague for the weekend with a “friend” who was currently in a meeting so she had some free time. This was my cue to invite her for a coffee, she was hesitant. “Come on, it’s just over here, 10 minutes. I have to get back to my friend as well”. She followed.

We sat opposite each other on high stools inside TGI Fridays and both ordered double espressos. She quizzed me some more on what I was doing in Prague and I asked her what she thought of czech guys. She didn’t like them. I found out she was 27 and was from a small city just outside Prague, she only came into the big city for modelling. Moments later she told me she is actually seeing the “friend” she was waiting on and had been doing so for a few months. She still wasn’t sure if she liked him.

I suggested we go for a real drink and then her iphone X started ringing on the table in front of me, it was her “friend”. She made her excuses and we both went our separate ways, as we departed she said she’ll text me when she comes to London.

Again I don’t think I did much wrong with this set, she was just unavailable but obviously interested.

A Young Yemeni

This was a 30 second set on the Friday night. She was a very short girl with tanned skin and dark curly hair. As I stopped her she tried to keep walking but stopped momentarily once I finished my opener. Her eyes did a mini-spass and she told me that she was late to meet her friends. We exchanged numbers and I expected nothing to come of it.

I sent her the feeler a couple of hours later and she didn’t reply until the Sunday evening, my last in Prague. I pinged her on the Monday morning, the day I was leaving, on the off chance that she could meet for a coffee. To my surprise she agreed to meet.

I met her at 2pm and I’d have to leave for the airport a few hours after. I would have to pull hard if I was going to get the notch.

She arrived on time and looked very cute. I took her to the Starbucks in the palladium and got us a coffee as she got the seats. The conversation got fizzy very quickly. She asked me if I had ever taken hard drugs before admitting that when she met me she was high on coke. She liked to smoke, she liked to drink and loved crazy adventures. She was 18 and would soon be leaving Prague to go to Uni elsewhere. Inside I was thinking that it was in the bag! THEN she asked me how old I was before beginning the guessing game, she guessed 25 and gradually worked her way up. When I told her my real age I could see her deflate almost instantly, like a balloon with a small hole in it. Moments later she started playing on her phone and started making excuses as to why she had to leave straight after the coffee. That’s the joy of daygame, one moment you think the notch is in the bag, the next the girl can’t wait to get away from you.

We went our separate ways and I joined Xants for a beer in the square before he set off for his flight. I told him “I’m never telling an 18 year old my real age again!” I’ve found that in places such as Russia and Serbia that being older is a help more than a hindrance. It only seems to be Westernised girls that think it’s an issue.


It was a whirlwind trip, I knew I would have to get lucky, I didn’t. I had more emotional swings on this trip than I would on a normal trip purely down to having to pull hard and fast due to the short time frame.

How hard is daygame?


I’ve decided to add a preamble to this to clear a few things up. First of all, I posted it when I was drunk. However, I did not write it when I was drunk, I hope that part is obvious.

I actually wrote the post a year ago and held off hitting publish as I knew it would trigger at least a small portion of the community and attract more haters. If it has triggered you, then I apologise, it is not meant to cause offense. This is just what I think has an influence on your daygame OUTSIDE of your actual daygame skills. It is aimed at the newbies just starting out. Despite what most coaches will tell you, most of these things DO matter and will influence how easy you find daygame. I know and am good friends with at least one daygamer who would score minus points on this survey but is still slaying it, this impresses me more and I have told him this frequently. He is getting laid despite a number of factors being against, he is playing the hand he’s dealt. You need to do the same. As you were.

  1. How old are you?
    • 16-18: You’re too young, enjoy being a kid. -2
    • 19-21: You’re probably at University, party, learn some things, try not to get in too much debt. -1
    • 22-32: You’re gaining valuable life experience. 1
    • 33-38: This is prime SMV display time. 2
    • 39-45: Start looking at the end-game. 1
    • 46+: Are you still here?! 0
  2. How tall are you?
    • < 5ft : Poor you. -2
    • 5ft 1in – 8in: You need to work on other aspects. -1
    • 5ft 9in-12in: You’re average height. 0
    • 6ft 1in-4in: This is a big advantage. 2
    • > 6ft 5in: You’re a freak. -1
  3. What race are you? This is highly dependent on the country that you’re gaming in. There are many studies claiming that intelligence, personality, social and reproductive skills vary with race. Here is one such study.
    • White: 2
    • East- Asian: 1
    • Indian: -2
    • Black: 0
  4. What does your hairline look like?
    • Full head of hair with no signs of balding: 2
    • Thinning/receding hair: 0
    • No hair: -2
    • A Bobby Charlton combover: -3
  5. What is your IQ? This is linked to race. High IQ is not a direct measure of intelligence. You can have an IQ of 150 and never read a book.
    • Under 85: -4
    • 85 to 110: 0
    • 110 to 130: +1
    • 130 to 145: 0
    • over 145: -1
  6. What is your body type?
    • Ectomorph: 0
    • Endomorph: -1
    • Mesomorph: 1
  7. Do you have any physical or mental deformities?
    • Yes: -5
    • No: 0
  8. Are you good looking?
    • 0 – 4: -1
    • 5 – 7: 0
    • 8 – 10: +1


  1. What is your profession?
    • High status (doctor, lawyer, stockbroker, executive, professor, business owner, successful artist or musician or writer, professional athlete, etc.): +1
    • Neutral status (engineer, programmer, accountant, salesman, mid level manager, scientist, military officer, well-paid tradesman, etc.): 0 points
    • Low status (low paid blue collar, admin, construction, janitor, struggling web designer, help desk, etc.): -1
  2. How much money do you earn?
    • £0 – £20k : -1
    • £21 – £50k : 0
    • £51 – £70k : 1
    • £71k+ : 2
  3. How many real life friends do you have?
    • 0 : -2
    • 1 – 5 : 2
    • 5 – 10 : 0
    • 11+ : 1
  4. How many girlfriends have you had?
    1. 0 : -1
    2. 1-5 : 2
    3. 6: -2
  5. How many women have you had sex with?
    1. 0 : -2
    2. 1 – 10 : 0
    3. 11 – 20: 1
    4. 20+ : 2


  1. What is your BMI?
    • < 18.5 : -1
    • 18.5 to 24.9 : 0
    • 25 to 29.9 : -1
    • 30+ : -2
  2. How many countries have you been to other than your country of birth?
    • 0 : -2
    • 1-10: 0
    • 11-20 : 1
    • 20+ : 2
  3. How good would you regard your story-telling?
    • Terrible: -2
    • Fair: -1
    • You have a couple of good stories: 0
    • You can entertain a group of people with a story: 2
  4. Have people beside your family called you funny?
    • Yes : 1
    • No: -1
  5. Do you have a defined purpose aside from chasing skirt?
    • No : -1
    • You’re trying to figure it out : 0
    • Yes : 2
  6. Do you have hobbies that you are passionate about aside from chasing skirt?
    • No : -1
    • Yes : 1
  7. Are you generally happy with your life aside from the lack of skirt?
    • No, if i can just get a woman everything else will fall into place : -1
    • Things are starting to come together : 0
    • Yes, my career, finances and social circle are great: 1

If you score more than 15, you’re doing alright.

Can’t be Arsed

Me, right now.

I’m going through a period of approach lethargy. I haven’t done a set since Valentines day, almost 3 weeks ago and I feel no apprehension, remorse or sense of scarcity because of this. This is not because there has been a lack of pretty girls around, Melbourne has pleasantly surprised me in that regard lately. This is not because I haven’t been putting myself in situations where I can open, I’ve been going out at least twice a week. This is not because my libido is dropping, I’m still as horny as ever. This is not because I have bad logistics. This is not because I am overworked, stressed, not sleeping enough or getting enough exercise. This is not because I have mouth herpes. This is most definitely not a period of daygame revulsion, I still love talking to girls and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this activity.

I think this IS because I just can’t be ARSED. I have frequently walked by pretty girls in the past few weeks and thought to myself, “that’s a good set, I could probably get her number.” Then I carry on walking, see a nice coffee shop and think “ooooh coffee, I might have a nice cup of coffee, maybe I’ll even have a cake with it.” And I find that I have quickly forgotten about that SDL opportunity that has just walked off.

The big question on my mind has been WHY can I not be arsed. I have been pondering a lot on this phenomenon as it’s very unlike me. I wasn’t worried, but I thought to myself, I know who’s probably went through this – Nick Krauser. I pinged him a message – “Did you ever go through phases where you just can’t be arsed opening?” He responded warmly saying that of course he had, his last such phase was from mid-2016 to early 2018 and continued to offer some possible explanations;

  1. My “Climb the mountain phase may be over”
  2. It could be temporary apathy whilst waiting for daygame season to fire up
  3. Maybe I am the dog that has caught the car.
  4. It could be the isolation of being on the other side of the world away from family, friends and normal comforts.

I think it is a little bit of all of the above and perhaps a few more;

  1. I’m leaving Melbourne soon – This has curbed my enthusiasm to generate new leads as I know I have less and less time to get them out.
  2. I’m still getting laid on a consistent basis – I have just left the Fijian’s apartment after a wild night of sex and am now getting ready for date 3 with Mary where hopefully I’ll get the +1.
  3. I’m aloof and pretty content with my lot – I’ve banged 45 girls from daygame, and around 20 from other means since starting game 3 and a half years ago. Maybe I’m starting to get a sense of what the mPUA’s such as Jimmy Jambone and Krauser must feel when maybe you’ve simply just banged enough women. This may be the mountain that Nick was referring to… I’m not all the way there yet though.
  4. It’s the calm before the storm – “Daygame Season” has not begun. Europe is besieged by a beast from the East and with that many vagina’s are frozen across the continent. It must be very hard to get laid up there right now, except for this lad. However, all of that will change come 20 March, the first day of Spring. As the temperature rises girls will start to walk slower, they’ll wear less clothing and the extra vitamin D will make them more likely to stop and let you try to bang them. I am fully expecting that this can’t be arsed phenomenon will be well and truly gone by then.

So fear not my dear readers, there will be more tales of debauchery soon enough. Daygame season is almost upon us!

D3 Date Report: K girl is getting attached

Spank the monkey every two days or you will turn into one.

Mary came around to my place for dinner on Saturday evening. I’d been out drinking heavily on Friday night with Steve attempting night game, it wasn’t as successful as the previous week and I was paying for my excesses all day Saturday.

She messaged me one hour before she was due to come over saying that she wanted to drive and would be going home early. I immediately downgraded my odds of getting the notch from bang on to slim to none, I was close to telling her not to bother coming as I was feeling quite rough.

She parked up at my place just before 18:30 and I greeted her as she got out of her car. She’d made quite the effort, this time in a purple dress which showed off her long legs again and some very nice black stiletto style high heels. “How the hell did you drive in those?” was my opener. “Practice” retorted Mary with a smile. We walked to my local supermarket. I picked up an old el paso fajita kit, some chicken to cook and the cheapest bottle of red wine. No expense spared.

There’s a cute girl at the check-out desk that talks to me every day, I always assumed she was just very friendly. As I went to pay with Mary in tow the check-out girl said “aaah, so you’re having a fajita night in, that’s nice”. As we departed the store Mary said to me “are you aware that the check-out girl has the hots for you?” Maybe she’s not just very friendly then.

I gave Mary a brief tour of the apartment before telling her to take off her high heels. She sat down at the dinner table and I poured us both a glass of the fancy wine before beginning the complex process of putting the pre-diced chicken in a frying pan and adding the contents of the fajita kit. Mary told me about her week and I told her about mine. It all felt very nice, like what normal people do that have dates and relationships and stuff.

I plated up the food and we had some interesting conversation, one particular point she made sticks out in memory;

Did you know that you should masturbate every two days?

What?! – as I almost choked on my chicken

Yeah, if you leave it any longer than that, it turns into proteins that are harmful and can make you crazy. Lot’s of Lebanese boys are like this, they abstain from masturbating and they’re all weird.

I never believed in that no fap stuff anyway. The topic of conversation soon returned to whether I would be extending my stay in Melbourne. Again I told her that I wouldn’t be staying but there was a slim chance I may have to return in the future. She gave me the puppy dog disappointed face. I quickly changed the subject by grabbing my guitar, sitting on the couch and starting my chick crack medley. She rushed over to sit beside me and said “wooooow, you’re really good!” I’m not. She pawed at my arm as I played and practically mounted me as I strummed away. I put the guitar down and she mounted me properly. We kissed very passionately as I grabbed her juicy ass. The balcony door was open and there was a rowdy group of drunk Aussy girls on the balcony opposite cheering us on. I pushed Mary off me and got up to close the balcony door and lower the blinds.  The drunken aussies booed in disapproval before I returned to the couch saying “as you were” to Mary.

We fooled around for 20 minutes or so before she announced;

Roy, I’m still on my period

Still?! It’s been a full week

Yeah, it’s lasting longer than normal.

She wasn’t lying as I could see a little white patch through her lacy red underwear. I took her to the bedroom anyway, we kissed a lot, she was kind enough to finish me off with her mouth. She wasn’t very good at BJ’s and I had to give her little bit of advice, her low notch count was showing. After this she gave me an amazing face massage as she lay on top of me naked.

Normally people pay a lot of money for this massage… and I normally have clothes on.

It must be my lucky day

We put our clothes back on before returning to the couch and cuddling.

If you weren’t leaving, would you keep me around?

Mary was getting attached and I hadn’t even banged her. Honesty is always the best policy in these situations…

As I’ve told you I’m not looking for a relationship, but yeah, I like you, you’re a very nice girl. You’re the type of girl I’d gladly take home to meet my parents or take down the pub to show off to my friends.

She is that type of girl and I would keep her on as a regular if I was staying in Melbourne. Mary is not what I imagine a typical Australian girl to be like. Yes she obviously has the Aussy accent, but she’s incredibly feminine, very sweet and very sensual in the bedroom.

It was now pushing 10pm, Mary reminded me that she had to be up early so I walked her back to her car. I know, I’m SUCH a chode. I asked if her if she was ok to drive and she told me that she’d only had two sips of wine, I didn’t even notice. One of these days I’ll get that sober notch.

Learning to Read and Write

A girl reading, yesterday.

I was really bad at English in my school days – I just wasn’t interested. We read a lot of books and did comprehension tests, I hated it. We read and wrote about Shakespeare. I couldn’t understand the funny way he worded things, “why don’t they talk properly?!” I would protest to my English teacher. She was a middle aged Scottish woman (she’s dead now) who was quite possibly the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen. She had brown sideshow bob hair on top of a long but chubby sunbed wrinkled body. She always wore a grey suit and her teeth seemed to defy gravity, protruding towards you at 90 degrees from her gums. She wore bright red lipstick which would always end up smudged onto her cantilevered teeth. Despite her appearance, she was very likeable and had a vicious sense of humour. I recall her frequently roasting misbehaving students with a tirade of slurred Scottish gibberish – “Rrrrrrrrroy, will ye sshtop that the nuuuu before ah cum over there and sshmack ya!” In hindsight, she was probably an alcoholic. A Scottish alco, teaching English in Northern Ireland. There’s a joke in there somewhere.

There was only one book that I clearly remember reading and enjoying whilst I was at school; George Orwell – Animal Farm. As a 13 year old lad I remember reading that and thinking, this all sounds a bit mad, imagine living in a world run by pigs. Yet here I am as an adult abounded by madness.

I dropped English as soon as I could, at 16 years of age whilst attaining the minimum possible grade to pass GCSE level and progress to A-Levels. Then I did proper, practical subjects – Maths, Physics and Business before proceeding to University to study Engineering where I got much better grades.

I never looked back and was never much of a reader, never mind a writer. Yet here I am, on a Saturday afternoon, instead of being outside talking to girls, choosing to write about reading and writing.

So what changed?

I started talking to girls, lots of them. After talking to these girls in the street who didn’t know me from Adam, at 30 years of age I realised I was missing something. I wasn’t interesting, I didn’t have a story to tell. Since starting pick-up that has changed somewhat. I’ve travelled to more countries, met more good friends, got rid of bad friends, read more good books and had sex with many beautiful (and one or two not so beautiful) women in some crazy situations. When you do things like this you soon find that you have a story to tell, you become interesting.

As I’ve made my way down this garden path of pick-up I’ve been inspired by many modern casanovas – in chronological order – Neil Strauss, Mystery,, Tom Torero and Nick Krauser. He recommended one book that I am currently reading…

Stephen King – On writing

I’m only one third of the way through the book but I don’t want it to end. He has a unique style of writing – short sentences – lots of hyphens – short chapters and he uses brackets (which I thought was frowned upon in the writing community). So far he’s told his story from childhood to a 26 year old father of two who just closed his first major book deal for Carrie. Whilst telling his story he drops nuggets of gold;

Good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere… Your job isn’t to find these ideas but to recognise them when they show up.

When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.

Get rid of all unnecessary words.

It’s a great book so far and I highly recommend it. Another good one is…

Nick Krauser – Daygame Infinite

I’m four fifths of the way through and it’s my second time reading it after being a test reader. I’ll post a full review when I’m done, but it’s good. It’s taking me a long time to read as it is quite technical and doesn’t flow like a novel. As with daygame mastery, it’s designed as a reference book, keep it on your shelf, introspect on your experiences with girls and then consult uncle Nick. He’s probably the most original, in-depth thinker of our time when it comes to game, finding new concepts and explaining the nuances like no-one else can. This is a not so tedious link to another book I’m reading…

Carl Jung – Modern Man in Search of a Soul

I went into a bookshop here in Melbourne and asked the shop owner if he had a book called The Archetypes and The Collective Unconscious after listening to Jordan Peterson wax lyrical about how great it was. The shop owner didn’t have it, instead he had this much shorter book. It’s been on my bedside locker for almost 3 months, it’s only 250 pages long but I still find myself a mere 97 pages in. So far he’s explained how he thinks that dream-analysis is key to understanding the subconscious, how it’s important to consider all opinions (Freud and Adler) and approaches when it comes to analysing neuroses, how no-one really knows how the brain works and that there is a whole new sector of science to be explored – he’s named it the collective unconscious. It’s quite heavy reading for a psychology layman such as myself.

As mentioned, amongst all this reading I’m doing some writing. I find it easy to bash out blog posts (especially when I get laid) explaining what’s happened in my journey. What I find more difficult is the how it happened. After some encouragement I have started this process and am roughly 8,000 words into a daygame memoir…

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Everyone loves an origin story.

At this rate, I’ll reach my 80,000 word target by February 2019. I’m struggling to hit a flow state, when I’ve written something I find myself frequently deleting hundreds of words at a time. It’s my first attempt at a book and I’m attempting to make it perfect, reading about how to write then writing about writing but not actually writing. Talking to girls is a walk in the park compared to this writing stuff, which reminds me, I have to go and get ready for date 2 with this girl.

Hopefully the next blog post will be tomorrow, and I’ll be telling you about another notch, that’s much easier.



Date Report: The Power of Instagram

image-lilacIt was a Friday afternoon at the beginning of February and I was out for a lunchtime stroll on another hot day in Melbourne. I’ve been going out most lunch times for a walk lately to clear my head, most of the time I don’t bother opening, but if an opportunity presents itself I do not let it pass and this was one such occasion.

I was strolling down Swanston street appreciating the shade afforded by the shop canopies when I saw a dreamy looking brunette walking slowly in front of me. She looked good from behind with long brown hair down to just above her ass, she wore a white flowy blouse, brown baggy satin trousers and brown sandals. She proceeded at a snail’s pace so I picked up my speed to get a look from the front. She had a very pretty face with big dark brown eyes, tanned skin, big red lips and lots of little moles around her cheek bones. Her frame was slender and her legs were long, she seemed to be looking at every shop window as she ambled her way through the crowds without any urgency.

Excuuuse me, I saw you from back there and I thought you looked very cute, you seem to be very relaxed, very zen, without a care for anything in the world whilst everyone else is storming up and down the street in a hurry, it’s very refreshing

Oh, thank you

She wasn’t hooking so I carried on…

I’m guessing you are not from Melbourne, you seem to be looking around like you’ve never been here before and you don’t look typically Australian.

oh haha, I’ve lived in Melbourne my whole life but I’m from Lebanon originally. I’m not often in the CBD though, I’m here for a training course and just on lunch break at the moment

Ah, what do you do?

Acupuncture and Chinese medicine

Let me get this right, you stab people for a living?

Hahaha, yeah I guess you could say that

Well that explains why you seem to be so relaxed

She hooked and we exchanged stories for about 5 minutes before I brought the set to a close as I had to get back to work.

Mary, it’s been lovely chatting to you but I have to get back to the office

Yes, it’s been lovely talking to you too, I never do this

What, you mean talk to strangers in the street?

Yes, well no, I mean lots of guys try and talk to me when I come to the city centre but they’re always so creepy! You’re different.

Oh, thanks I guess. Well like I said, I think you’re very cute so I would like to take you out another time

Oh that would be nice

You have whatsapp?

No and I don’t feel comfortable giving out my number

Oh ok

Do you have instagram?

I do, you want to stalk me before agreeing to meet?

haha yes

I added her on instagram as we stood there and she immediately followed me back. Mary was very sweet and the fact that she wouldn’t give out her number led me to believe that she was very K. She was a maybe girl and it would take some coaxing to get her out.

I used to think getting a girl on instagram was pretty useless, but as Krauser spoke about on a recent interview he did with the lads from street attraction, it can be a very powerful DHV and can actually take a girl off the fence from not being sure about coming out on a date, to getting her out.

We text back and forth for a couple of weeks, I invited her out a few days later but she wasn’t available. I went to Bali for a holiday and this is where Instagram did the DHVing for me. I was posting pictures with friends and adding cool things to my instagram story. She was always top of my story views which means that she watched my story more than once. Mary was intrigued.

When I got back from Bali we got into a long text chat about books one evening. It was just before she went to bed and I did not invite her for a date. A couple of days later, the Thursday, I invited her out for Saturday. She was hesitant to commit so I pressed forward with logistics…

I ended up being 25 minutes late for the date due to a festival that was going on in city and all the transport links were in chaos. I told her to meet me at Flinders street station as I do with all my dates. She got there at 7.10 and I around 7.25.

She waited inside the station and would not come out until I got there, she didn’t want to stand at the common meeting point at the front of the station. Very K behaviour.

When I eventually got there I text her to come outside and my jaw almost hit the floor as she came through the turnstiles to greet me. She had put on makeup, wore a small black dress which accentuated her long tanned legs and a pair of white heels. Despite the short dress, she did not look slutty, she looked very elegant and had really made an effort. Before the date she was a solid 7, now she was pushing an 8.

Wow, you look fantastic

Thanks, you don’t look bad yourself

Sorry I’m late, I’m normally very punctual but the trams are all over the place with this White Night festival

I walked us to the same island bar on the river that I have taken all my dates to. We got a table and I got her a glass of wine and myself a beer. Straight away she told me how this was very weird for her, this was the first time she’d ever agreed to come out and meet someone that she didn’t know. She then joked that maybe that’s why she was still single.

We did the comfort fluff and I found out she was 28, still lived at home with her family and was not actually born in Lebanon, she was born in Melbourne, her dad was from Lebanon. I was disappointed as the opportunity for a new flag disappeared. However, I pressed ahead as she was still smoking hot.

She started quizzing me on how long I would be in Melbourne. I told her that I would probably only be here for another month and she was visibly disappointed. We finished our drinks and went for a walk further down the river.

Everywhere was packed due to the festival in the city, as we walked I grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind me through the crowds of people. She squeezed my hand back as I did so.

I found us another bar on the river, we sat at a high table with stools facing each other. She got a cocktail and I another beer. I started the questions game and her first question was;

Do you want to stay in Melbourne?

Haha haven’t you already asked me that?

No, I asked you when you were staying until

I was as honest as I could be and told her that I missed living in the UK, I witheld the main reason i.e. there are more hot women. I told her about how I missed watching Manchester United, I missed being able to jump on a flight for a weekend trip to Europe, I missed my friends.

As we spoke I dropped spikes every few minutes as I stroked her legs, she had put moisturizer on them so they were very soft and she didn’t seem to mind this, in fact she told me it felt nice.

I asked her why she was single and she told me that she was very indecisive when it came to men. She had only ever had one serious boyfriend and had been on a couple of tinder dates but they never went anywhere. This was her first date in over a year. Her notch count must have been very low.

Mary told me how she wasn’t sure if she wanted to boyfriend or just to have some fun before finding a relationship. I had her firmly in the K-box but could be persuaded to have one last adventure before settling with a chode, I had a window.

It was now almost 9.30pm and we could hear fireworks going off down the river. I paid up the bill and we walked arm in arm back up towards the fireworks. As we walked I found a gap in the stream of people, pulled her to one side and pulled her in for the kiss. She was surprisingly all in, with tongues and kissing very passionately and fast.


We watched the fireworks and I joked how this was the cheesiest possible first date, kissing as fireworks went off by a river. As we stood there her vagina was pressed against my hard dick, she clearly felt it and said;

We can’t do anything tonight

Why, you have your period, or is it a rule?

It’s both

It was now around 10pm and she told me that she would get the 10.30pm train home. She asked me if I was disappointed and I told her that I didn’t expect anything more. We walked around the city looking at the White Night exhibitions until it was time for her to catch her train.

I tried to seed the next date by suggesting I cook her dinner at my place, she seemed keen but told me that she was a vegetarian. I joked that it wasn’t going to work out between us.

Well, you don’t have to cook for me, I’m sure we can think of other things to do

Hopefully there will be a part 2 to this story.

Lay Report: Fijian Flag

Not this hot, but I got bored googling.

I don’t usually write up night game lays as there’s normally not much game involved, I’m usually pretty drunk and the quality of the girls I pull at night time is significantly lower than what I get from daygame. This story is different…

It was Friday at around 5:30pm as I departed the office without much planned for the weekend. I declined invitations from colleagues to go for beers in the sun and instead opted to join an old friend from my hometown who has been living in Melbourne for the last 8 years.

This friend, let’s call him Steve, is someone I used to get on really well with at school but we drifted our separate ways as the years have passed. He’s a salesman and has what us gamers would call “natural game”, he’s funny, jacked, always has a hot girlfriend (he’s currently dating a Lebanese 8) and has no idea about game, in other words, he’s a wanker. I frequently call him this. I went out for drinks with him a few weeks back and he did a stellar job of winging me as I gamed a 5 and he laughed his head off as I left him at the bar to go back to her place. Not one of my proudest moments as a man of game.

I met up with Steve at around 6pm and we went to a rooftop bar and drank a few beers as I filled him in on the debauchery I got up to on a recent trip to Bali [1] . We bumped into a couple of his male ex-colleagues and I got to know them quite well. They started telling me stories about their love lives and I felt genuinely sorry for them, despite being funny, good looking guys, they reeked of pussy repellent.

After an hour or so Steve’s friends departed and Steve told me he had to go to a friends birthday party in another part of town. It was now around 8pm and I told Steve that I would just go home and have an early night. He told me to come with him and I wasn’t keen at all. Then he said;

Roy, my friend is gay, all his friends are girls and they’re all pretty hot


We jumped on a train to the other side of town and went to a fairly upmarket bar/club. As we arrived Steve greeted the birthday boy as well as lots and lots of girls, he wasn’t lying. Steve introduced me to them all and as I went to the bar to get us both a drink he leaned into me and said;

Roy, the blondie in the black heels is single and I think she likes you

I know Steve, she’s been IOIing me since we got here


Never mind

I proceeded to talk to the blondie as Steve held court with the rest of the group, this must be what they call social circle game. The blondie was nice, a solid 7 but I found her a little boring. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I stood there alone leaning against a wall opposite the bar. I noticed a black girl and a cute little Indian looking girl standing at the bar laughing quite loudly. The short Indian looked in my direction and I had no hesitation in walking straight over to the pair of them and announcing;

Excuse me young ladies, I’m a member of the fun police and you girls look like you’re having waaaaay too much fun!

oooooh hahahaha we’re sorry

The cheesy old school lines still have their place in a players repertoire. I was in and both girls seemed to like me. I found out fairly quickly that the Indian looking girl, let’s call her Kerry, was single and the black girl had a boyfriend. This was perfect as Kerry was my target.

The black girl excused herself to go to the toilet and I was alone with Kerry, we laughed and giggled as the blondie stood across the bar in a huddle with her friends glancing over every now and then wondering what was going on.

Why do those girls keep looking over?

Ah, they’re just my friends colleagues, he knows everyone in this bar it seems, I thought you were one of them.

No, I don’t know anyone here except my friend that went to the toilet.

I don’t remember much of what I prattled on about but the vibe was electric, she looked at me with fuck me eyes for the entire conversation and it didn’t take me long to get a boner. I glanced over Kerry’s shoulder and saw her friend coming back, her friend looked at me, smiled and walked in the other direction to give me and Kerry more time together. Good girl.

I chatted some more with Kerry finding out that she was born in Fiji, was in her late 20’s, a lawyer and had a passion for travelling. In my tipsy state I thought she was an 8 [2]. We shared some travel stories and before long she started to wonder where her friend went. I told her not to worry, maybe she was tired and went home. All of this happened in about 10 minutes from when I opened her, then she announced;

I don’t normally do this, but I want you to come back to my place

Oh, where do you live?

It’s about 10 minutes away in an uber

Let’s go

I ordered us an uber and as we departed I said goodbye to Steve who was now stood with the blondie. He looked at me with a wry smile and said “see you later, dick head.”

As we travelled towards Kerry’s place in the uber my mind wandered to an episode of Black Mirror [3] that I watched recently where a nerdy guy had a dating coach giving him advice in his ear as he opened girls in a bar. He opened a two set and one of the girls looked fucking crazy, a man after my own heart. This girl invited the nerd back to her place and the dating coach thought his work was done. The nerd lay on the bed while the girl poured the drinks. She mounted him on the bed and forced him to down the drink. It killed him. I told her this story and she told me not to worry, she wouldn’t kill me, at least straight away.

Luckily I am still alive to tell the tale and my dalliances with crazy bitches has not killed me, yet.

Kerry had a very nice apartment and was clearly financially comfortable. She poured me a whiskey and I made sure to have a look at the bottle, it was Johnny Walker Blue, didn’t look poisonous. She had a vodka.

We sat on the couch chatting and before long we were kissing and down to our underwear. I tried to fuck her on the couch but she insisted that we go to the bedroom. I threw on a condom and fucked her very hard, this girl liked it rough. Her bed was possibly the comfiest I have ever slept on so I invited myself to stay the night as I gave her the debrief.

I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me “as soon as you came over to us, it showed so much confidence, I wish more guys would do it.”

I banged her raw dog a few more times in the morning (I only carry one condom in my wallet) before we went for breakfast. I might actually see this girl again.

We are just over 6 weeks into the new year and I have now collected the Kiwi, Sudanese, Balinese [4] and now Fijian flags. Melbourne may not have the best quality, but at least it has some exotic flags.


[1] I went there to catch up with some friends, but with a couple of days to go I downloaded Tinder. I got lots of matches and the quality was strangely high. I banged two of em’, one of which I paid for and it was worth it. The other one acted as a tour guide for me showing me around the island as I rode shotgun on her scooter. Alpha.

[2] I downgraded her to a 7 when I woke up in the morning.

[3] It’s called White Christmas, I recommend it.

[4] I’m counting the one I didn’t pay for.

Lay Report: Sultry Sudanese

Body very similar, face not so much.

I banged my first black girl since March 2016 last night. Most guys I know aren’t a fan of the black booty but I get the jungle fever every once in a while. I’ve slept with quite a few black girls now, most of them pre-game when I lived in South Africa and they all had one thing in common; they were great in the sack. They all had big lips, big asses and were great at blow-jobs. They all seemed to be sweet and innocent (except this one) until I got them into the bedroom where they would turn into filthy animals. Here is the latest story…

It was 6pm on Friday evening as I departed the office having resisted the urge to go for beers with colleagues. It was a perfect evening for daygame, around 22 degrees, no wind and the Sun would not set until 8.30pm.

As I walked towards Swanston street I spotted a very hot little Vietnamese looking girl walking in my direction, she was short but had a body like an hourglass and a very pretty face. I opened, had a great set only for her to tell me she was actually on her way to meet her boyfriend who she lives with. I was disappointed but as I departed she thanked me for having the balls to talk to her, it’s always good to hear this.

I carried on and was opening every 10 minutes, it was the most quality I had seen in Melbourne to date. I didn’t close any of them as they all seemed to have boyfriends, or at least they said they did. That was until I saw the black girl.

I spotted her as I waited for some pedestrian crossing lights to turn green, she was at the other side of the road. She was relatively tall, probably the same height as me, had long black hair, a black tank top, skin tight white pants and black plimsoles. From the other side of the road she looked like an 8 to me.

The lights went green to cross and I examined her face as she got closer, it was young but not the best, her teeth looked a little crooked so I dropped her a couple of points as I let her pass me by. I turned my head to check her out from behind and then I saw the big booty, I could see the outline of what looked like a red thong through the white fabric of her spray on pants. She went back up a point and I instantly got a boner, it wasn’t a DNA tug but I really wanted to bang her so I turned about and made chase.

I got in front of her and I don’t actually recall what I said to her. I just remember that she had a very nervous smile and took a step back as I was rattling through my stack. When she eventually spoke I was surprised to hear that she had an Australian accent. We spoke for 5 minutes and she never really seemed to relax.

She was born in Sudan and moved to Australia with her family when she was 12. I complimented her on her physique and told her that she must be a gym freak as I poked her bicep. She returned the compliment and told me that I looked like I’d been working out as well, finally someone noticed! Despite all this, each time I tried to inch inwards she would back off. I asked her what she was up to and she told me that she was on her way to meet her friend for dinner. I told her I’d like to take her out another time and we exchanged numbers.

As I walked away I was certain it was going to go only one of two ways; she would block me OR I would bang her, nothing in between. I carried on my merry way and put her to the back of my mind as I carried on opening other girls. Then at just before 8pm, she text me first…

It was clearly going to be the latter and as you can see from my texting, I wasted no time in nudging things in that direction.

It was almost 9pm before she turned up as she got a little lost. As we walked back up Swanston street lots of male heads would turn in our direction, I clearly wasn’t the only one who noticed her ass.

I walked us to the same rooftop bar I took the kiwi to and we sat opposite each other on a small table. I asked for a pint of beer and the soy boy waiter informed me that they only served “pots”, these are half pints. I begrudgingly got one and she ordered a cocktail.

We did the comfort fluff, I found out she was 25, the eldest of 7 siblings and was doing a part time finance course whilst working as a waitress. Her family had left Sudan due to a war between the Muslims and the Christians, she was a Christian. I let her tell me her sob story before telling her that my mother told me never to talk about politics, religion or exes on a first date. She giggled and finally seemed like she was starting to relax.

We finished our drinks and tried a couple of other venues nearby but they were all packed and noisy due to it being Friday night. I walked us to an old mans pub and it was perfectly quiet and there was a booth free at the back. I got the drinks in again and we sat beside each other in the booth. I started the questions game and her first question was “what do you want from this?”.

I told her that I hadn’t set out with any particular goal in mind (I had), but that I wanted to take it as it went, live life in the moment and if something happens it happens, if not, so be it, blah blah blah. She lapped it up.

I kissed her shortly after this and her big juicy lips were ravenous. We had one more drink as we carried on with questions and kissed a few more times. She started complaining of back pain and I suggested that we go back to mine, she could stretch out on the couch as I played the guitar.

She initially said no before changing her mind 5 minutes later. As we departed the bar I hailed a cab and we were in my apartment within 10 minutes.

As she came in she took her shoes off voluntarily and plonked herself down on the couch and lay on her back. I got us another drink before playing a couple of tunes on the guitar as she lay there.

I put the guitar down and grabbed her hand “I can sort your back pain out”. She followed and lay face down on my bed as I gave her a back massage. I lifted her top to put some lube on her back and she undid her own bra as it opened from the front and took it off at the same time as her tank top. I carried on with the massage for a couple of minutes before rolling her over and kissing her.

Soon afterwards all our clothes were off and she proceeded to give me one of the best blow-jobs I’ve ever had. I made sure to put on a condom before I banged her doggy style and took great pleasure in spanking that great big ass as I did so.

She was pretty keen to get home straight after this as she still lives with her parents and it was now after 2am. I ordered her an uber and off she went into the night.

The second month of the New Year has just begun and I’ve captured two new flags so far. Melbourne is still shit.

Lay Report: A Crazy Kiwi

Not quite this hot.

Despite my constant moaning about the dearth in quality here in Melbourne, my first 10 sets of the year have gone rather well. Here’s a rare glimpse at my spreadsheet;

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I’ve been doing a few sets here and there without really going out of my way to “do daygame”. So far I’ve closed 7 out of 10, more than half of these flaked, I’ve got one of them out on a date and got the lay. Here’s the story…

It was Thursday afternoon, around 1pm. I wasn’t that busy at work so I decided to escape the office to go out for a walk. I wasn’t out to “do daygame”. I still find it weird when I’m not in my daygame uniform, it feels incongruent. I like to present myself to girls as the fast sex guy but if I’m in formal office wear this can only lead to confusion for the girl.

It was an unseasonably hot day in Melbourne, but we won’t get into a climate change debate here. As I left the confines of the air conditioned office and stepped into the hot, dry 39oC heat I felt the sweat beads forming on my forehead and arm pits almost instantly. I rolled my sleeves up, undid my top button, put my ray bans on and proceeded to Walker Walk as slow as a tortoise down Bourke Street towards Swanston.

I was somewhere between code yellow and orange as Krauser defines it on page 108 of his new book, Daygame Infinite. I was checking out every girl but I wasn’t going to throw myself in front of any buses. She had to be;

  1. a 7 or above
  2. not Asian
  3. not a fat hipster
  4. not walking fast as it was too hot to chase

With these criteria in mind I let every girl pass me by for the first 15 minutes. I could now feel the sweat forming on my lower back as my shirt started sticking to it, it was time to start walking back to the office and plug back in. As I made my way back I spotted a cute brunette walking towards me. She wore brown sandals, had bronze legs atop of which she wore a pink flowery dress. It showed a little bit of cleavage and she was wearing a brown leather backpack. She was walking slowly and seemed to be looking at everything around her like it was the first time she’d seen it. PERFECT.

I let her pass and there was no IOI, I turned and started walking a little faster to get in front of her.

Excuuuuse me


I have to tell you something a liiiiiittle bit cheeky – I took off my sunglasses

I saw you pass me by and I thought you looked very cute, you looked very peaceful, like you were on your way to sit in a park read a classic novel

She removed her sunglasses to reveal big green eyes that were mid spazz. She’d only said one word so far but she was hooked.

Thank you! I wish, but I’m actually just on my lunch break and am wondering what to eat

We proceeded into chit chat about each others jobs and what we were doing in Melbourne. It turned out she was a paralegal from New Zealand and had been in the city for just over a year. Even though the topic of conversation was rather trivial there was a fizz, this girl was very bubbly and loved the fact that I opened her. I told her I had to get back to the office so I took her number and we went our separate ways.

I pinged her as I was about to leave the office later that day on the off chance that I could get her out. She had already gone home but was very responsive, I proposed meeting the next day, Friday and she agreed.

Friday was another hot day so I pinged her in the afternoon to confirm the date. She was keen.

I got to the station a couple of minutes late and she arrived soon after. She wore brown corked high heels and a white dungaree short outfit type thing. It showed off her brown legs and I could see her white bra straps poking out the side of the dungaree suspenders. She wore make-up and had clearly made an effort. I got an instant boner, this girl had turned from a low 7 in set to a solid 7 and I wanted to bang her.

I walked us to the same bar on the river that I took the Indian [1] to and we sat on stools overlooking the river. I got the drinks in and began the comfort fluff. I asked her why she’d moved to Melbourne and she said;

Well, it’s kind of a fucked up story, maybe I’ll tell you later

Oh ok

Anyway so do you go on dates often? I haven’t been laid properly in 4 years

I was mid-swig of my beer bottle and I almost choked on it.

Wow, wow, wow young lady! Let me explain to you how dates work. We have one drink, get to know each other better, if we like each other then we go for another drink in a more secluded place and maybe then we start discussing this sort of stuff.

As I explained my basic date model to her I contemplated bouncing her straight back to my place after the first drink. I probably could have got away with it but it was still only around 8.30pm and I fancied a few drinks.

We carried on chatting and got on great. I found out she had just turned 27, lived with another girl not far from my place and didn’t have many friends in the city. This girl was very funny and is the type of girl you could just hang out and have a laugh with, not that I would do such an alien activity. As we finished the first drink I excused myself and went to the toilet. I came back and noticed that she had taken her heels off and put them on the floor. I picked them up and said;

Come on, let’s go

But where?!

Just follow me

She excitedly put her heels back on and grabbed my arm as I walked us out of the bar. At this point I’m thinking that the notch is in the bag and all I had to do is not fuck it up. I walked us to a secret cocktail bar that only allows 10 people in at a time. We were the only people there and she was very impressed with the venue. We each got a cocktail and she offered to pay, I told her to put her card away.

I told her how I liked her vibe, she seemed very bubbly and was a pleasure to be around. Then the skeletons started to show;

Well this is all just an act.

What do you mean?

I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve been suffering from depression for years, I’m just very good at hiding it.

I felt that weird mix of emotions which I am beginning to experience all too often – pity mixed with arousal. I knew the fact that this girl was a little bit broken would probably make for great sex.

I’m impressed you are telling me. It’s not uncommon nowadays, my little brother has been suffering with it for years. I keep trying to get him to see a therapist every time I go home but he won’t listen.

I’ve been to therapy a lot and it has helped. A year ago I would never have come out on a date like this, I couldn’t even talk to people. I’m better now than I used to be but every now and then I get really down and take lots of coke and cry in my bedroom alone.

I empathised a bit more before grabbing her cocktail and taking a sip. She playfully punched me saying “hey, that’s mine!”. The vibe lifted again. We finished the cocktails and it was now around 9.30pm.

I walked us to another venue where we had another drink on a balcony. We sat at the corner of a table overlooking the street. She started to speak about politics and I gave her my usual line;

My mother told me never to speak about religion, politics or past relationships when meeting a woman.

I grabbed her neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She was all in, lots of tongue in what was quite a small and busy venue. Heads turned in our direction. I pushed her back and looked away.

Wow, that was good

Yeah, I probably should have done that earlier – I called out my own bad game.

As we finished the drinks I looked at the time on my phone, it was now 10:45pm. I told her that it was almost my bed time. She said that she should probably go home too.

Well, let’s go back to my place for one more, I can play you a few songs on my guitar, you can sing along

Ooooooh you play guitar?! Let’s go

No resistance. I ordered an uber and it was waiting outside as we left the venue. As we got into my place I told her she had to take her shoes off before I gave her a tour of the apartment. She sat on the couch and I poured us some wine. I picked up the guitar and played the usual medley of chick crack songs, she was practically drooling.

Soon after her white dungarees were on the floor and I was fingering her vigorously as she screamed with pleasure, this girl was LOUD. I got undressed and tried to bang her on the couch but she insisted on going to the bedroom. The sex was probably up there in my top 5 bangs. She didn’t have an aesthetically stunning body but she had a great ass, and a little bit of meat which was great for spanking. We fucked for over an hour before I collapsed in an exhausted sweaty mess. I offered her to stay over but she insisted on leaving. Good girl.

I asked her the usual post-sex questions and she told me that there was no specific moment when she decided she wanted to have sex, it just felt natural. She left soon afterwards and I sent out the +1 texts to the lads. Mr W queried if she was an Ozzie, I informed him that she was from New Zealand at the same time as realising that I had captured a new flag. Maybe Melbourne ain’t so bad after all.

[1] I’m still seeing her and have since managed to bang her properly.

2017 – The Year of Ups and Downs

Not quite this many.

Another year has passed and I’m still running around talking to girls. I thought I’d be losing the thrill of the chase by this point, but at three and a half years and 2,787 sets into my journey, it feels like I’m just getting to the good part…

Bitcoin level volatility. That’s how I’d sum up 2017 in three words, especially compared to 2016 which was more like an ISA savings account with slow and steady returns. I endured my longest dry spell of three and a half months at the beginning of 2017 before going on a 3 month Eurojaunt where I banged a new girl every 6.29 days. After this madness I returned to the home of daygame for a couple of months to rack up a few more before I was exiled to Melbourne (daygame prison) for the last quarter of the year. I carried on daygaming but to no avail claiming only one notch down under, granted I only did 38 sets, but that was across 20 odd sessions (I don’t tally the sessions where I don’t open, which was a lot in Melbourne). I found more joy when I visited Hong Kong for an 8-day last hurrah in December, adding two late notches to the tally. Despite a year of severe ups and downs and daygaming in 9 different cities, the overall results weren’t too bad; in fact they were pretty good, maybe not Bitcoin good…

Statwank – Daygame Only


Sets Numbers FB’s Flakes idates Dates Near Misses Lays
1000 18.80% 3.80% 10.70% 0.90% 4.30% 0.40% 1.70%
188 38 107 9 43 4 17


Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
882 25.62% 5.67% 36.59% 7.25% 2.83% 5.10% 1.36% 1.93%
226 50 101 20 25 45 12 17

This post is my first time comparing 2016 to 2017 and I am pleasantly surprised to see improvement, especially since I was telling Mr W over dinner last night that I did better in 2016. However, every percentage is higher in 2017. The flake count is a false comparison as I only started counting flakes towards the end of 2016, I am certain I got less flakes in 2017. I did 118 fewer approaches in 2017 but banged the same number of girls as in 2016. The biggest difference is highlighted on the second column from the end.

Near Misses

8 of the 12 were on my Eurojaunt where time was not my friend. I would often get the girl to the precipice before her forebrain would remind her that I wouldn’t be sticking around. I eventually converted the near miss in Melbourne and the other 3 were girls passing through in London. Most girls have a line in the sand that they will not pass no-matter how good the seduction is. I think I took most of these girls further than they wanted and others not far enough, perhaps with tighter game I could have converted a few more. I can also clearly remember 3 other girls that I got back to my bedroom but I did not add them to the near miss tally as I never felt I was close to sex. I was pulling harder and faster than I previously had the balls to do in 2017. Most players will go through this stage before getting fed up of the near misses and looking to find a nice little K girl to settle with.

Now back to statwank;

My approach to close (numbers and facebook) was 1 in 3.22. This is bloody good if I don’t say so myself.

My close to flake ratio was 1 in 2.73. Not so good.

My close to date flake ratio was 1 in 13.8. This is horrendous, 20 girls agreed to dates and didn’t turn up, almost all of these were in Moscow and this is the reason I will never return there. EVER. Whores. Yes, I’m still fuming 6 months later. OK, OK, maybe I’ll go back one day for a revenge mission.

My approach to date ratio was 1 in 19.6. This is decent.

My approach to lay ratio was 1 in 51.88. The pro’s say advanced daygamers should be aiming for 1 in 30. Guess I still have a ways to go.

But Roy, you’re making my head hurt with all these numbers, isn’t it time to stop keeping stats and just go with feelz like all the top players do?

I find it easy to keep stats and so I will carry on keeping them. I don’t understand how others find it so difficult, perhaps it would hurt their ego (or business) if others knew the harsh reality. I haven’t seen many of the top players share ACCURATE statistics or lay reports throughout the year so I am always hugely jealous slightly sceptical when I see fellas pop up with stats up at the end of the year that are way better than mine. Especially when some report an approximate approach count that varies by a range of 200. TWO HUNDRED, I understand a range of perhaps 50, or even 100, but 200? This obviously makes a big difference to your approach to lay ratio, mine would be 1 in 38 if I rounded down by two hundred sets, that Ian fella in Poland would be at 1 in 4.38!

It’s fine to call yourself an advanced daygamer after 14 months in the game, kudos, you go for it, but the stats, if you kept them may tell a different story. Adversely, you may think you’re not doing so well and then surprise yourself when you look at your stats, like me in this post. Your perception of yourself probably doesn’t match reality, especially in the eyes of a hot young girl. I understand if you know your stats are shit and you’d rather bury your head in the sand, that’s fine. What grinds my gears is the charlatans that set false expectations for the new guys. That’s that little rant over with, back to me.

Here’s a run-down of the 22 lucky ladies in chronological order, with links to the relevant blog posts, HB rating, and age.

  1. Night Game Belgrade – 14/04/2017 – 7 – 23
  2. Girl outside Restaurant Belgrade – 20/04/2017 – 7 – 22
  3. 19 Year old Belgrade– 21/04/2017 – 7 – 19
  4. D4 Belgrade – 22/04/2017 – 7 – 29
  5. Night Game Warsaw – 30/04/2017 – 6 – 20
  6. Ukrainian in Warsaw – 02/05/2017 – 8 – 25
  7. Night Game Blondie in Warsaw – 12/05/2017 – 8 – 22
  8. The Witch in Warsaw – 16/05/2017 – 7 – 27
  9. J Cups Warsaw – 20/05/2017 – 6 – 24
  10. Night game in Moscow – 03/06/2017 – 6 – 26
  11. 17 Year old Moscow – 07/06/2017 – 7 – 17
  12. Violinist Kiev – 29/06/2017 – 7 – 20
  13. D6 Kiev – 06/07/2017 – 7 – 22
  14. Yes Girl Kiev – 08/07/2017 – 6 – 33
  15. Chinese/Indian in London – 24/07/2017 – 7.5 – 23
  16. Kuwaiti SDL in London – 28/08/2017 – 7 – 30
  17. Portuguese in London – 01/09/2017 – 6.5 – 30
  18. Scottish/Persian SDDL in London – 09/09/2017 – 7 – 22
  19. Vietnamese/Australian – Tinder – October 2017 – 7 – 27
  20. Indian in Melbourne – 06/11/2017 – 7 – 27
  21. Local Celeb in HK – 20/12/2017 – 7.5 – 23
  22. Period Girl in HK – 21/12/2017 – 6.5 – 30

Averages – HB 6.91 – Age 24.59

That’s 22 in total, one less than last year. 17 from daygame, 4 nightgame and 1 from Tinder. There are two girls that weren’t worth a blog post; The first was night game in Moscow. She opened me and asked me to take her home immediately, I obliged. The other was tinder in Melbourne. She was actually a really nice girl that I banged a few more times before she got super clingy, I should have saw this coming as she told me she was looking for a husband on the first date. So, despite one less notch than in 2016, I think my game has improved significantly and the stats back this up.

What helped?

Dry Spell

When Xants and I boarded the plane to Belgrade I was chomping at the bit to get there. I was hungrier than a refugee in Paris lion in the African bush that hadn’t killed in months and I was convinced there was nothing wrong with my game. This could have been sheer delusion but my results in Belgrade seemed to back up my self-assessment. Equally you could say that 3 months of hibernation may have helped, I may have had the hunger after such a long time off, but my game would not have been as sharp.

Taking Time off Work

12 of the 22 notches were during the Eurojaunt. So there is no doubting that if your main purpose is to go out all day every day doing daygame that you will probably bang a load of birds. Looking back though, there is no way I could have sustained this lifestyle and I don’t think I could kept banging birds at that rate if I did it for a whole year. I would need some sort of side job to take my mind off the daygame, and obviously give me some beer money. I still haven’t cracked this cookie yet, so 2018 will see me returning to the office and taking jaunts when I can.

Good Wings

As I mentioned in my Jaunt Review, a wing can make or break a trip. If you enjoy their company you will have a blast even when you’re not on the street. If they’re annoying you then your vibe on the street will be off and you will hate your time off the streets. I’ve been lucky in this regard, not just on jaunts but also in London, Manchester and Dublin down the years. I also know a weirdo when I see one and proceed to avoid them like the plague, this helps.

Enjoying the process

I have rubbished this idea in the past, you shouldn’t be enjoying it, you should be out there GRINDING, only with maximum effort comes maximum reward. Perhaps I have Krauser to thank for making me realise this, but you should never be walking down the street with a scowl on your face and then opening girls. They sense it immediately and you come across as a weirdo. Looking back at my dry spell, I was probably guilty of this stomping around freezing cold London demanding that girls be nice to me. If you have a wing, make each other laugh even if you’re bastardising a song or saying the same Father Ted joke for the 50th time. If you’re solo, do whatever it is that will keep you amused, speak to someone selling a dodgy iphone, listen to Joe Rogan, listen to heavy metal, click your fingers and point like a crazy person, whatever it is that will keep you out of your head.


It seems like common sense to me now that there’s no point opening a girl who is sprinting down the street with her phone in her ear, or a girl who’s crying her eyes out, or a girl on a bicycle. I have done all of those things in the past and guess where they went? NOWHERE. I now have a much better idea if the girl will stop, don’t get me wrong, if a 9 runs down the street, I’m still opening her. But there’s no point throwing yourself in front of every bus only to get another blowout, it saps your vibe.

Sets, Lots of them

This may seem to contradict my last point, but I have done the thousand sets of pain already and yes, you should open pretty much everything until that’s over and done with. But now when I go into set I have no idea what I’m going to say to the girl until I get in front. The idea of doing this used to petrify me. But as with any skillset, if you practice it enough you will pick up the nuances, add your own patterns and everything will start to feel natural. So go on then, DO SOME SETS.


  • 4 girls in 10 days (3 in the last 3 nights) in Belgrade
  • Banging my first 17 year old and she didn’t speak a word of English.
  • There were a few of the girls I really liked


  • I didn’t enjoy it when the D6 Kiev cut me off after I kicked her out post-sex. I actually liked hanging out with her and would have seen her again.
  • Moscow
  • There was one very fucked up moment when I got some terrible news in Kiev. I’ll keep that for a memoir.

What next?

Unfortunately I will be in daygame prison for the first quarter of 2018, I’ll do some sets but game will take a back seat while I focus on other things. So don’t expect much action from this blog.

Happy New Year, Players.

Hong Kong Review

maxresdefaultI left Hong Kong a few days ago now and have been mulling over whether I actually like the place or not. It’s no Belgrade, but overall I liked it…


The first question you may ask is why did I go there if I don’t like Asian Girls? Well, I was travelling back to the UK from Australia and they haven’t figured out how to do that in one flight (yet) so I had to stopover somewhere. The options I was offered were Hong Kong or Abu Dhabi. I went with Hong Kong as I was more likely to spot a set as the girls wouldn’t be hidden underneath a burka. The weather is typically mild, around 20oC in December which is perfect for daygame. I figured anywhere was a step up from Melbourne in terms of quality, even if it was an Asian country, and I had never been to Asia so I thought it would at the very least be an interesting place to see.

I went there with very low expectations and did not put myself under any pressure to get laid. It was a daygame trip, but if I decided I didn’t like it I would just do things normal tourists do, like hiking, sightseeing, eating Hello Kittys, or whatever it is that they do. None of that happened.

The City

As I took my initial walk around the city one thought dominated my mind – this place is bonkers. There seemed to be billions of little Asian people condensed onto narrow footpaths, they wandered around aimlessly whilst simultaneously having their faces glued to their mobile devices. It annoyed me initially when they kept bumping into me and walking off without apologizing, but as the days past I seemed to flow with the masses, it helped that I was looking where I was going and anticipated that they wouldn’t do the same.

The city has its quirks such as the lack of coffee shops and bars, the fact that it’s normal to have your shower on top of your toilet and your toilet about a metre away from your bed took some getting used to. However, there were a few things I liked. There is a nice balance between local and western food available, the transport links are great and they work, the cost of living is cheap compared to Melbourne. The people are generally friendly, locals living in the same apartment block as me would frequently speak to me in English in the lift. As well as friendly people it had some pretty girls dotted about the city which brings me nicely onto the daygame.

The Daygame

The quality was more or less as to be expected, a sea of 6’s which is about 5 points better than what I had become accustomed to in Melbourne. I am not a fan of Asian girls in general so it took me a while to fish out the diamonds from the rough, and there were definitely a few diamonds, one of which I wrote about here. One thing that was very obvious to me was the complete lack of IOI’s, I wasn’t shiney there and got only one the entire trip. Seven had recently been there and has a fairly similar opinion to me and (creepily) almost the exact same stats.

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
32 25.00% 6.25% 30.00% 10.00% 3.13% 6.25% 0.00% 6.25%
8.00 8 2 3 1 1 2 0 2

I opened 32 girls in total on an 8 day solo trip. The first three days I did 10 a day and on the 4th I did 2. Halfway through the second day it already started to feel like a grind as I was walking round sometimes for over an hour before I found a girl I wanted to talk to. This was my longest solo jaunt to date and I wouldn’t have minded a wing to chat shit with during the vast expanses of time between sets.

Of these lucky 32 ladies, I got 10 contact details which is a fairly good return of 1 in 3.2. Generally I found that if I got past the opener I almost always closed. The challenge was getting them to stop as more than half the girls would run away due to either being scared shitless, not interested, or genuinely in a hurry. It was mostly the first one though.

Of these 10 even luckier women only 3 of them chose not to reply. Of the 7 women who did reply, 1 was a girl I idated and never got out again, another was a cute air hostess who wanted to meet on my last night but I had already made plans, the other 3 made their excuses and the remaining two were the luckiest of all, they got banged!

The main reasons the girls cited for not meeting up (apart from being on their period) was that they were busy with Christmas activities. I’m pretty sure if it was any other time of the year I would have had more dates and probably more notches.

Is it Daygame on Easy (White God) mode?

Well if you look solely at mine and Seven’s stats, it may seem that way. However, we’ve both been playing this game for a while now and we probably got a bit lucky. I expected to get more than one IOI and the one local girl I banged was an outlier and even then it took me 3 dates to get the notch. That coupled with the low quality means that I probably wouldn’t go back there for daygame. But if you’re into your Asians then Hong Kong is definitely for you, I’ll stick to Eastern Europe.




Lay Report: Period Girl

Not this hot.

This is a short story about one of my easiest notches ever. The only challenge was getting her out…

It was my first day full in Hong Kong. I was bobbing around Causeway bay buzzing with new city enthusiasm and optimism. I’d done 5 sets already by this point and collected a couple of numbers. As I walked past the istore I decided to haggle with a local who was selling dodgy iphone 10s directly outside the shop. I didn’t buy one in the end. As I walk away iphoneless I spot a short brunette throwing me a ridiculous IOI, it was my first IOI of the day and I jumped on it.

She was mousy, about 5’ 5”, with brown hair down to her shoulders, her skin was tanned and her eyes were dark brown. She wore a black leather jacket covering a white woolly jumper, a black mini-shirt and high heels. She had a meaty ass and short chunky legs; I score her 6.5 on the HB index.

I get in front of her and deliver the opener. I tell her that she’s cute and she carries on walking past me with a big smile on her face. She looked confused and didn’t really know what was going on. I carried on with my stack and she stopped and turned to me;

There’s no way you’re from HK, I’m guessing somewhere more exotic like Thailand

Yes, I from Bangkok

Interesting, I’ve never been there but lots of my friends go there to party

Where are you from?

I’m from Ireland but I live in Australia

Ooooooh that’s so cool, you travel a lot

They say it broadens the mind

I must go meet friend now for dinner

I take her number and send her a whatsapp message with my name before she goes on her merry way. The set lasted around 2 minutes. She messaged me back as I walked off and carried on messaging me that evening asking more questions about how long I would stay and why I came here alone. She was keen.

Over the next few days I would invite her out 3 times, each time she would agree and then cancel either at the agreed meet-up time or even after. The times on the screenshots are not correct as I was in a different time zone when they were sent.



As you can see she cancelled twice citing her period as an excuse, this was a first for me and quite frankly I found it refreshing. She clearly (and correctly) assumed that we would be meeting up for sex. So after her cancelling twice I eventually invited her for Lunch as it was now my last day in HK and I had agreed to spend my last evening with Ellen.

She eventually turned up and looked Down to Fuck (DTF) straight away. She arrived at the meeting point dressed all in black, a black boob tube, black mini-skirt and black high heels. It was the middle of the afternoon but she looked dressed for the evening.

I went to give her a kiss on the cheek and she kissed me on the lips and said “hello honey, how are you”. As I walked her to a bar close to my place she told me that I looked sexy and apologised for messing me around. I had never experienced a girl so DTF on a first date, I contemplated walking her straight to my apartment but just couldn’t do it.

We sat down at the corner of a table, her leg was rubbing up against mine and she couldn’t stop trying to kiss me. I ordered a beer and she got a cocktail. She drank hers slowly, I practically downed my pint and then proceeded to drink hers. We were in and out of the bar within 20 minutes and walking to my flat.

We got inside and I poured us both a glass of water. Soon after this the clothes were off, I chose to put on a condom (if she was this easy for me, I assumed she had a pretty high notch count) and we had sex. As soon as I finished she rolled over and started playing on her phone. From meet to sex was just under 45 minutes, pretty sure that’s my fastest pull to date.

I didn’t bother with the debrief questions, I was now wondering to myself “what is an acceptable amount of time to kick a girl out after sex?” 10 minutes later I told her I had things to do, she got dressed and went on her way. As I threw the condom in the bin I noticed it was a bit bloody, she wasn’t lying about the period.

This was most definitely a yes girl and there was no game involved on my part. But, a notch is a notch, and yes, I do keep a count of these.

Lay Report: Leggy Local Celeb

Like this, except longer black hair… and hotter

This is a long story [1] about another crazy girl. I like these types of girls because they are typically a great lay, but as I found out with this girl and others in the past, it’s not always as a simple as that…

It was Saturday evening and my second full day in Hong Kong. Things were going OK but I wouldn’t go as far to say that I was enjoying myself. I’d done 6 sets so far that day in 4 hours, despite what felt like a billion people on the street, I really struggled to find girls I would bang, never mind ones that I was attracted to.

I was standing in the square outside the World Trade Centre in Causeway bay feeling quite dejected. I’d been texting Xants earlier in the day berating myself for having come to HK in the full knowledge that I don’t like Asian girls. He said the following…

Words of encouragement from Xants

It spurred me on and he ended up being more or less right. I looked up from my phone and spotted a relatively tall Asian girl with jet black hair, pale white skin, black eye make-up, red lipstick, a black leather jacket, black skirt, black tights and long black boots walking quickly in my direction. She was hot, a comfortable 7, perhaps even an 8. She didn’t recognise my existence but it’s easily the hottest girl I’d seen so far in HK so I had to go for it.

Set – Saturday 16 December

Excuuuuuse me


I hope you speak English

Yes a little

Well, I saw you running towards me and I thought you looked very pretty, however, you look very mysterious in all this black, are you on your way to rob a bank or something?

She hooks and starts to guess where I am from. Then her phone starts ringing. She answers and I stand there like a tool for a minute or so. Once the call is finished she apologises to me and says she is late to meet her friends for dinner. At this point 3 girls arrive from behind me to greet her. I notice straight away that all of them are pretty hot. I greet them all quickly and my set, lets call her Ellen, tells me that these are all her colleagues and that they were leaving now.

I turned to Ellen and said “enjoy your dinner, lets get a drink another time”.

All three of her friends were watching, she didn’t look at them before saying “yeah sure.” I typed her number in and we went our separate ways. I heard one of her friends say “WOW that was cool” to her as we departed. The entire interaction lasted around 3 minutes, I didn’t know anything about her and she didn’t know much about me. I didn’t expect it to go anywhere, however I recognised a glimmer of hope when I looked at her whatsapp profile status, it said “I’m a fuck up”.


I text her at around 11pm that evening and she replied within minutes. The next morning I pinged her a picture of my breakfast (I’d managed to find a place that sold Omelettes) and she sent me one back of her walking her dog. She seemed keen. After a couple of back fourths I invited her out that night. She agreed to meet me at 7pm in Causeway Bay.

D2 – Sunday 17 December

She was a few minutes early and I was a couple of minutes late. She was dressed all in black again but her lips were noticeably shinier than when I met her and her eyes had more make-up on them. Ellen had made an effort.

I took her to the ToTT bar on the 34th floor of the Excelsior building, this is a much more extravagant venue than I would normally take a girl to, but I wanted to see the view. We sat opposite each other at a small table, and we went through the comfort fluff. She drunk Whiskey straight and I had a beer. I asked her what she did for a living;

I’m a Tee wee host


Pwesenting on the tee wee

Aaaaah TV, you mean Tele-V-ision host


This explained her above average looks and why her friends were also hot. I asked her if she was famous and she said that she usually gets recognised once a day (every time I met her after this, at least one person, always male, would come over to her and ask for a selfie). We carried on chatting and I found out that she was 10 years my junior, 23. She had no brothers or sisters and had lived in HK all her life.

After the drink I suggested we go somewhere else, she said ok as long as she could have a cigarette first. We go outside the venue and as we’re having a smoke I ask her if she still lives with her parents;

No, I haven’t seen my parents in a long time. My father used to beat me so I don’t see him anymore; my mother hates me because of this. I think she is actually crazy because she blames me for ruining her life.

oh shit, I’m sorry to hear that

So I’m living with my ex-boyfriend

That’s a bit weird

We only broke up a week ago

So my timing was good then

My former chode self would have felt sorry for her at this point and gave her a shoulder to cry on, but as she was bearing the contents of her soul to me I was celebrating inside like I’d just won the lottery. Game has turned me into a sick fuck.

Next I walked us to a venue closer to my place called the Metropolitan, we sat beside each other on a couch and I started the questions game. She immediately complained saying that she is terrible at asking about other people. I asked her if that’s because she only cares about herself and she said no, it is rude in her culture to ask a lot of questions to people that you don’t know.

We asked each other a few questions but soon reverted to normal conversation, she was a very chatty and funny girl. It was now after 9.30pm and I realised that I’d got caught in comfort, I was enjoying talking to her too much and not escalating.

I started playing with her hair and commenting on its length, smell, colour and thickness. I started massaging her neck with my left hand and asked about the tattoo she had just behind her ear. She went into a long story, I sighed and placed my right hand on her thigh;

Geez, you talk a lot don’t you?

I like talking to you

That’s nice, but where is the off button?

It’s in a hidden place

I pulled her in and kissed her on the lips, she didn’t reciprocate but didn’t pull away. I pulled aw