I was going to call this post peaks and troughs, but there haven’t been many peaks since my last post and not too many troughs either. Just some good things and some bad things.
Nothing kills your vibe like thinking you have AIDs or some other STI/D. I genuinely thought I caught something as a result of my stupidity in Cape Town. I waited 4 weeks, (which is how long it takes AIDs to show up in your blood stream) before going for the check-up. It was a very long 4 weeks. I was still approaching (and sleeping with) girls whilst I had this little niggle in the back of my brain. I was frequently having thoughts such as “what’s the point in all this chasing women if I’ve got AIDs?”… “No more daygame if I’ve got AIDs”. I went to the clinic, told them I had symptoms to make sure they took a proper look down there and tested me for everything. It was horrible. To make things worse, I got a woman doctor and she was quite fit. She looked all around my ball sweaty ball sack (I’d been at work all day), scrunched up her nose and told me everything looks fine, I’m imagining the symptoms. She then did all the tests, 6 days later I was found out I was completely clean. YES!
I went on a date
I approached a Hungarian 7 in Manchester a couple of weeks back. It was a warm approach, she IOI’d me as I was standing talking to a couple of mates in Piccadilly gardens. I opened, talked for 10 minutes, bounced her to a bar just off Market street then another bar. I told her there are three things that I really like in a woman; 1. nice smelling hair, 2. not too much make-up and 3. nice high heels (I stole that one from Torero’s Badass Buddha, I use most of his stuff from this seminar on my dates). Before she left I set up a day 2 for a few days later.
Low and behold, she turned up with nicer hair, not too much make-up and sexy heels. I took her to two venues. The first one was busy and quite trendy, the second was dark, quiet and a bit seedy. This is where I escalated hard. I got lots of making out and groping of her very nice ass, but she refused to come back to my place. However, she has agreed to come round to my place next week for “dinner”.
I met up with Xants from Citydaygame.com
I’ve been a follower of Citydaygame since Krauser put me on to them at the beginning of the year, it’s a great blog with a few different contributors. They all seem to be getting laid left, right and centre at the moment all over the world. Frankly, I’m jealous.
I met up with Xants at the weekend and winged with him for an hour or so. He seems to be a very good daygamer and more importantly a nice, normal person. I’ve met quite a few weirdos on this journey!
5 in a row
I just did a quick session after work today and closed every girl in my first 5 approaches. They were all solid sets apart from one which lasted about 3o seconds. I still went for the number, she was happy to give it and now after lots of back and forth texting, she seems to be the most solid lead.
I then approached a 6th girl who was clearly standing waiting for someone. She was dressed in black high heels, tight, ripped black leather pants, a black boob tube and a tight black leather jacket… “I know you’re probably waiting for someone, but you caught my eye, you look very pretty in this outfit. You remind me of…. catwoman, where are your pointy ears?”… She loved it, was hooking strongly until her friend arrived to cock-block and whisk her away. I should have went for the close but I just said hi to her friend, told her it was nice to meet her, and walked off with my tail between my legs. There went my 100% record. I did one more which resulted in a blowout, the daygame rollercoaster is relentless.
I’ve yet to capture the Russian flag. I opened this one in Covent Garden, she was standing looking amazed at one of the floating Yodas. She was an 8, maybe a 7 for not understanding floating Yodas… I opened, but I didn’t spoil it for her and explain how it actually worked. It was a solid set, she’d only arrived in London three hours earlier, didn’t have great English, but I got very close to her, gave her a lot of eye contact and she was purring like a cat, not resisting any of my advances. I took the number as she was on her way to do some touristy shit and I didn’t want to be her tour guide.
Numbers flake all the time, it’s part of the game. I’m usually sad about this for about 30 seconds and then I get over it. However, when you have a good set followed by solid enough texting, the least you can expect is the girl to turn up or if she isn’t going to turn up, have the decency to tell you before the time of the date! I arranged to meet up with her the other day at 8.15, she messaged me at 8.25 saying her battery had died and that it was now too late to come out. I was fuming at the time and sent a douchebag message which I now regret. Thats that one dead.
I’m not on track
I’m nowhere near achieving 200 lays this month. I’ll be happy with one!