Woeful Week of Daygame

This is a long post.

Most of my posts are lay reports which probably make everything seem rosy. Any experienced daygamer will know this is not reality. Here’s a dose of the cold hard truth from the past week of my daygame exploits.

Wednesday 06 July

Post work session, only did 2 sets getting one number, a cute girl from Finland who was only in town for a few days. She told me over text that she had a boyfriend but would still like to meet up. I didn’t bother.

Later that evening I met up with a cute English girl (of Malaysian descent) that I’d closed the previous weekend  for a first date. It was good, I got plenty of kissing but she wouldn’t come back to mine. I’ll see her again.

Thursday 07 July

Approached a very hot girl on my lunch break. She told me she was in a hurry to get back to work and excused herself. Meh.

I went out again after work, approached 8 girls getting mostly blow-outs and no closes. Meh.

Friday 08 July

I went out for 2 hours approaching only two girls. This was down to a combination of shit vibe and low quality girls. I got one number which I am still texting however she’s only a 6, the only thing that’s driving me is the notch hyena. Meh.

Saturday 09 July

3 hour session in which I approached 5 girls getting only one number. The girl I closed was very bizarre. She gave me nothing but shit tests, the best one being when she told me her female boss (who was also from Ireland) sounded tougher than me. As she excused herself she told me to take her number. She responded to the feeler, I left it a few days before sending a ping to which she hasn’t replied. Meh.

Saturday Evening

I arranged to meet up with the 21 year old who’s virginity I had stolen the previous week, I fancied another go.

When I met her we exchanged pleasantries.

Me: How are you?

Her: Not good.

Me: Why?

Her: I’ll tell you when we sit down.

I didn’t let it rest at this point.

Me: Are you pregnant?

Her: No!

Me: Has someone died?

Her: No!

Me: Do you have an STD?

Her: How did you guess?

Me: Well it can’t be me, I’m clean

When we sat down she proceeded to tell me how her vagina was covered in blisters and it was painful to walk, sit, stand, piss or do anything.

“I guess I’m not getting laid tonight then” Said me. She didn’t laugh and proceeded to tell me that she’d been for a check-up and that it was herpes. I am the only person she’s ever had sex with so I was the only culprit.

The cogs in my brain started turning. I thought…

“I’ve shagged quite a few birds and none of them have ever cried STD”

“I went for a check-up just over a month ago and I was given the all clear”

“Oh shit, I popped that spot in the corner of my mouth just before our date, that’s how it happened, fuck!”

I tried to comfort her, “most sexually active men have herpes in their mouth, for me I get a cold sore once a year and I didn’t have one when I was with you so I don’t know how this could happen”.  It had to be the fact that I popped that spot.

“well now I have it for life and it’s really painful” said her.

This poor girl, she’s only had sex once and this is what happens. I felt bad.

Amazingly she didn’t hate me and we still spent the rest of the evening together. I took her for dinner, we went for drinks after and she even came back to mine to watch a movie and stay the night. Most of the evening I was making jokes about it to try and take the edge off. As she left the next morning I told her to text me when her vagina was better. She laughed. I was being serious.

Sunday 10 July

I’d had my first decent nights sleep in a few days so my vibe was good. I potted about the flat and eventually hit town at 4pm.

It was a warm day and Regent street was closed to traffic for the “Summer Streets” event. Apparently this will happen every Sunday for the month of July. I approached 4 girls getting 3 numbers in just under two hours. I weaselled one or two sets, the quality was genuinely low and had been every day I was out since Wednesday.

Out of the 3 closes one of them was a keen Thai girl who was leaving the next day so that was a no go. The other was a very hot Russian who has since flaked. The other was a hot French girl who also flaked. Meh

Sunday evening

I met up with a Turkish girl I’d closed two weeks previously for a first date. She lives in Cambridge and came into London for the day to do some shopping and sight seeing. She wanted to meet me at 1pm but I told her I was working until 6pm. This was partly true, I worked til 4 then daygamed for 2 hours before meeting her.

Upon meeting her I was pleasantly surprised by how hot she looked compared to when I closed her. She was wearing tight black jeans to show off her ass, a tight red boob tube which showed off her surprisingly large breasts and accentuated her small waist.

I took her straight to the usual tea venue in Seven Dials. We had one drink before I asked her if she wanted to see another part of London. She was keen so we made our way to Old Street on the tube.

I took her to two bars first, both of which were both showing the Euro 2016 Final so we walked straight back out of them.

I knew a speakeasy near my place that definitely wouldn’t show the football. We had one drink there where I escalated quite hard. I went for the kiss once and she pulled away.

It got to 10pm and I knew she had to be on a train back to Cambridge at 11ish. We got outside and I said “Let’s go back to mine and chill for a while, I’ll make you a cup of tea”

She said no. I was slightly pissed off, I’d assumed when she got on the tube back to Old Street with me that the deal was closed. Apparently not.

We went to one more bar, had a drink and I sent her on her way.

She ended up missing her train back to Cambridge and didn’t get home til almost 3am. I was sound asleep by midnight.

She sent me some moody messages the next day saying how alone she felt at the tube station late at night. I felt a little bad but I didn’t apologise, I just said “I had to be up at 06:00 for work, you could have stayed at my place but you chose not to”.

After this she sent me another message telling me how much fun she had and that she wanted to come visit again next weekend. I will see her again as she is a genuinely nice girl and I enjoyed her company.

Monday 11 July

I went out after work and only did 2 sets. The second one was a set I was more or less pushed into by a wing. I wasn’t that attracted and only opened due to the fact that I’d only done one approach.

She hooked straight away. She was Romanian and was only in London until Wednesday. She had a nice ass and was wearing one of those dog collars that a lot of girls seem to be wearing nowadays.

I asked her what she was doing now, she said nothing, she was going to go home soon. I told her I was with a friend and would text her when I was done. I ejected to catch up with my wing only to discover that he had gone home. I should have idated her.

I text her 30mins later and suggested a drink if she was still in town. She replied instantly saying that she’d just got home and proposed that we meet tomorrow night. I agreed.

Tuesday 12 July

I pinged her whilst on my lunch break at work. She was still keen to meet but couldn’t confirm until 8pm.

I’d just gotten home from work at around 8.30pm when she text saying she would still like to meet. I was just about to make dinner and relax for the evening when the notch hyena struck again. I thought “fuck it, this will be an easy lay”.

I quickly got changed (didn’t even bother showering) and made my way to the tube station. I met her at O’Neills in Carnaby street at around 9.15pm. I was tired and it was getting late so my game plan was one drink and bounce her home.

I did comfort for the first few minutes then dove straight into escalation.

Before long I found myself arguing with this girl about society, how it was being ruined by feminism and SJW’s. We got talking about sex, she told me she doesn’t do casual sex and asked if I did.

“Of course I fucking do, why do you think I’m here?!”… I said with a cheeky grin, but she knew I meant it.

I carried on, “why do you think men and women go on dates?”

“to see if they like each other and to meet new friends”

“Do you think men actually come on dates to make friends?”

“Of course, I’m still friends with lots of guys I’ve been on dates with”

“well no offence, but all your ‘friends’ are pussys”.

I don’t know why my temper was so short. It was probably a combination of the fact that I was tired, she wasn’t that hot and she was playing silly buggers.

I finished my drink, she finished hers and I told her I was going home.

As we were walking out she said “Oh I am sorry this was probably a waste of your time” whilst giggling.

I told her straight “It was, goodbye”.

So what’s the point of all this? 

It’s not all rainbows and unicorns, Daygame is hard. If you want to get good at it, you need to endure the woe.

Is it worth it?

I don’t know if it is for you. For me, it definitely is.