Lay Report: Turkmenistan?!

_41598274_des416Japanese – 21 August

Slovak – 29 August

Russian – 3 September

Turkmen – 11 September

That’s four new girls in 22 days, my best run of form to date on my daygame journey. All of the girls were hot (apart from the Slovak, 6.5 max), their average age was 20, I enjoyed their company and I will continue to see two of them.

I was considering shutting this blog down after a fellow daygamer broke the bro code as mentioned in my previous post. However, the situation sorted itself out in the end and the Russian is coming to visit me next month, she obviously knows about the blog and is still keen (hopefully that won’t change when she reads this). Lose-Win-Win.

Anyway, enough grandstanding from me, here’s the latest story (which may contain more grandstanding)…

This girl is a bit different to the rest in that it took me FOUR dates to get the notch. I say notch reluctantly, as I genuinely wouldn’t have minded a few more dates, it wasn’t about the notch. But it was bloody good when I got it.

I opened her at the beginning of August. I was out with Vaughn and another wing from Manchester. It was a Saturday and I had been out of London most of the week, as soon as I arrived back I hit the streets at around 7pm.

I wasn’t having much success and we were all about to throw in the towel to go for a pint as it was now around 9pm. The other lads had walked ahead of me a bit when I saw this cute little thing walking towards me quite fast. She was about 5’4”, tanned skin, brunette with big dark brown eyes, quite slim and had a peachy little ass. I was wondering why they weren’t running after her as they must have obviously seen her first. I stopped wondering and made chase.

Open

I stopped her strongly, smiled and delivered the opener. I can’t remember much of what I said and I didn’t record this set. One of the main reasons I try to record every set is that I often walk out of there not knowing what the hell I’ve just said. I’d like to say this is because I’ve internalised the skill set, but it’s more likely because my brain is pickled from all the boozing down the years. Or maybe it’s a wee bit of both.

Anyway, I found out that she had just turned 22, was from Turkmenistan (I’d never heard of this country and felt stupid when I told her this in set),  was here for another couple of months before she would go overseas to finish the last year of her degree in politics. She was an 8, a high 8.

I collected the number and went to catch up with the others to find that Vaughn was in set with a Polish girl. His set lasted forever so we left him there to go to the pub. I thought no more of Turkmenistan until the next day.

I sent the feeler and she responded enthusiastically. Our first two dates had to be rescheduled before I eventually got her out about 10 days after the close. This is much longer than I normally like from close to first date. I kept her on the hook in between with some pinging (I’m too lazy to upload the messages, but it was nothing creative, I’m still shit at texting).

Date 1 – the usual

I followed my usual date strategy of taking her to a busy bar first and then to a darker, more secluded bar for the second. I quickly classified this girl as very K selected and knew that I wouldn’t be fucking her that night or the next or probably even the next. She told me what it was like growing up in Turkmenistan, that she’d only ever had two boyfriends, was pro-Trump and pro-Brexit (LOVE), liked working out etc. Basically, she was fucking hot and had some brains so I enjoyed hanging out with her.

At the end of the date I walked her back to her place and jokingly invited myself up. She gave me a look of pity before announcing that she’s not that type of girl. I went for a kiss on the lips, she turned her head away so that I could only get her cheek.

I walked away from the date feeling frustrated.

There was more texting before I got her out for date 2 a week or so later.

Date 2 – picnic in the park

I arranged to meet her at the Sainsbury’s just off Oxford street, we’d get our supplies from there and walk to Regents Park. Or at least that was the plan.

I was due to meet her at 19:30, I got there on time and there was no sign of her. It got to 19:50 before I text her asking if she was lost. She replied quickly saying ‘no, i’m standing outside Sainsburys’. She was at the wrong one. I walked to her as she didn’t know how to work Google Maps. I gave her minus points for this when I eventually found her.

The date was nice, I gave her a massage in the park and got a proper kiss. From there we went for a beer in a bar nearby when it started to get dark and cold.

I walked her home and again invited myself up to hers. She smiled this time and refused. I tried to seed the next date so that it was closer to my place. She said ‘Maybe’.

I went off to Prague for a couple of weeks and pinged her a couple of times when I was there.

Date 3 – drinks near my place

We met up soon after I got back and went for drinks in a couple of bars near my place. I invited her back to mine and she flat out refused, she actually got quite angry when I suggested it. I called her a grumpy little princess and told her I liked her bitch face. She lightened up and I seeded date 4 which would be cooking at my place. She agreed but only if she could cook. Deal.

Date 4 – dinner at my place

I met her at the tube station again (she was an hour late) and told her off for being late. We walked to the supermarket to buy what she needed for cooking as well as a bottle of wine.

We got back to mine, I showed her around the apartment and put on some music. I pointed at the kitchen and said ‘get to work, woman’. She laughed and told me to ‘sit down and shut up, man’.

We chatted nonsense as she cooked and I lay on the couch drinking beer and playing on my phone. When the food was ready I set the table, dimmed the lights and lit some candles. It was quite romantic.

We ate the food then had a smoke on the balcony. After this we sat on the couch and started kissing. I asked her if she would like to watch a movie and grabbed the laptop. She said no and took the laptop and put it back on the coffee table.

‘Ok, how about a massage?’

‘Ok’

I picked her up (she weighs 45kgs) and took her through to the bedroom. I started to massage her, gradually removing layers of clothing as I went. I oiled her up as I massaged her and she was getting very into it.

Soon all of our clothes were off and the P was in the V. Absolutely no LMR (If you don’t count the previous 3 dates).

Debrief

Afterwards I asked her when she decided that she wanted to do it. She said she never really decided, it was a natural progression and seemed like the right time. She carried on to tell me that she hadn’t had sex for over a year before asking me when I last had sex.

‘Ummmm, a couple of months ago’ I couldn’t keep a straight face.

‘You are SUCH a liar, I can see that you’re lying, tell the truth’

‘OK, OK, maybe a month or so ago’

I quickly changed the subject before she quizzed me more on it.

Other fun facts

She tells me that she’s been approached many times on Oxford street and that I was a lot more creative than the others and didn’t give off a creepy vibe, I was the first one she gave her number to (so she tells me).

Her biggest turn-off is a jealous man. Yet she has sent me selfies with her and other men and she likes to tell me when she’s been approached in the street. So she told me what she dislikes then shit-tests me (still does) to see if she can make me jealous. I don’t know if she is doing this consciously, probably not, but I’ve learned that hot girls do things like this all the time.

She’s here for another few weeks so I will continue to see her and I will probably be sad when she leaves. If she finds this blog as well, then I’m retiring from the blogosphere.

 

 

 

 

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There is No Honour Among Thieves

idnzayztviyzvjnjc2yw-f6d7bb75b3294920e0a79a3b8181b412I was at the airport reflecting on the trip and feeling reasonably happy, even a little bit smug. I was about to board the plane back to London when I received a stream of angry messages from the girl involved in my last lay report. I asked her what she was talking about and then she sent me a link to my own blog. Fiddle sticks.

I quickly took down the post and explained to her that both our identities were not revealed and that I genuinely like her. Everything I wrote was an honest portrayal of what actually happened. She seems to have forgiven me after being very upset initially.

Who would do such a thing?

Well, as I mentioned in the blog post itself, a local daygamer saw me walking with her after I approached her initially. He was supposed to meet her later that evening for a date.

Obviously, I did not know this.

He obtained my number from Mr Arr and then sent me a message asking if it was the same girl that he was due to meet. It turned out that it was. I considered ending the date but I thought, fuck it, I didn’t know he was supposed to meet her and she had clearly chosen me.

The local was butt-hurt and text the girl lots of abuse while I was still on the date with her and he also mentioned me to her. When she was at my place she brought it up and asked me if I knew him, I told her straight that I had met him through a friend but I didn’t really know him. She was weirded out by this but she believed me and it wasn’t mentioned again that day.

I bumped into the local again the following day (Prague is small) and he asked me how it went, I said good. He said there were no hard feelings, he was just angry at the girl that day. I told him it happens to all of us, I’ve had 2 or 3 no-shows where the girl confirms the time and place then just didn’t rock up without any explanation. I thought that was the end of the matter.

I saw her again the day before I left as I actually like hanging out with the girl. She told me that he had text her again begging for forgiveness and requested another date. She politely declined.

We enjoyed our last evening together and she even spoke about coming to London to visit me before she made her way home that evening.

So I was very surprised when I got the angry messages from her the next day as I made my way home. I instantly assumed that it was the local who sent it to her so I messaged him asking why he did so. He responded;

‘to make her angry, she make me angry all day’

I told him that was not cool and he quickly blocked me on Whatsapp. Brave man.

So not only did he want to get back at the girl for flaking on him, but he also wanted to expose me and ensure neither of us got the girl. Unfortunately for him, his tactics didn’t work.

I’m going to quote a couple of paragraphs from Krauser’s latest publication, Adventure sex, which seem quite relevant here…

It is said there is no honour among thieves. As you’ve seen from my story, there is definitely honour among players – but it’s a fragile alliance. We are drawn together; first to tap each other’s accumulated wisdom, then later as peers to keep us sane as we chart our way through an insane lifestyle. It’s an uneasy co-existence between ruthless egoists. Those who aren’t deeply selfish find themselves value-tapped, sucked dry, and cast away. Like the fabled Illuminati, this cadre of adventuring players is not a force for good in the world; our principles cannot be universalised for all men. Every chief needs Indians.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” is, in the terms of moral philosophy, a universal code. If everyone follows it then we make the world a better place. It’s the bedrock of civilisation. In contrast, the player’s code works only if the numbers of wolves is limited and the sheep are unaware. If everyone is to covet his neighbour’s ox then chaos quickly ensues.

Players are coveting a whole new slew of their neighbour’s oxen. Sleeping wth women in industrial quantities is hugely disruptive to the special social order. After all, there are only so many notches to go around.

I win, you lose. The losers get angry

Chaos ensued on this occasion as one of the wolves made the sheep aware.

I can fully understand the local being upset that the girl flaked on him and I felt bad for him. But the simple truth is, she liked me more than him. Maybe it was because I was shiny, hell, maybe I even out-gamed him.

He displayed no honour or self-respect as he persisted to send her abuse and then ultimately try and upset the both of us by sending her the link.

The timing of his sending the link to her was very cowardly, he waited until he knew I would be out of the country and he wouldn’t have to confront me.

This behaviour is jealous and bitter and it is not attractive to women. I honestly hope he learns from this episode.

 

 

Lay Report: Russian SDL

russian-girl-near-the-trainIt was day 9 of the jaunt and I’d had enough to be honest. I was averaging around 10 approaches a day and closing at the usual rate, however I wasn’t getting any of them out on dates. They would either flake or ghost after a couple of replies. It seemed that all the girls in the city were satiated by other cock.

I wasn’t alone in believing this. I’d met another good wing (who i’ll call Mr Arr) through Krauser the previous week. We had been winging together day and night and we both concluded that the best or maybe only way to get laid in this city was to go for the same day lay. If you take a number someone else will approach her, the bubble will burst and she will probably flake.

I’d done 4 throwaway sets so far that day where the girl would accept the compliment and quickly excuse themselves.

I was standing on the main daygame strip waiting for Mr Arr when I saw a short girl with dirty blonde hair, a denim jacket, short denim shorts and a little boob tube top. She was a solid 7, maybe even 7.5.

I ran straight in and she hooked almost instantly. I found out she was Russian, 19, still at school and was very into her reading. She was very feminine and also very chatty, so much for the ‘Russian Minute’.

After a few minutes in set I started to probe her logistics. She told me she was just walking around and didn’t have any plans for the evening (It was around 4.30pm on Saturday afternoon when I approached). Perfect.

I invited her for a coffee and she agreed. After the coffee I suggested going somewhere for a real drink, she said that sounds good. Then she asked me if I had been to the park where you have a great view of the city. I hadn’t and it sounded quite nice so I relented the frame and let her show me where it was. On the walk there we picked up a couple of beers from one of the little mini-markets. When we got sat down I started the questions game and she was very introverted and shy initially. Before long I went in for the first kiss attempt (this was about 2 hours in) and she did not resist. I was surprised.

She mentioned that she was hungry, I said ‘how about we go to the supermarket and get something to cook back at my place?’. She looked at me dead in the eyes and said ‘ok’ then smiled. Again I was surprised, I’d heard that Russian girls normally take a lot more dates and are not really SDL types.

We started walking back and stopped at the supermarket along the way. As we are walking I get a text from Mr Arr asking if it’s OK to give my number to one of the local daygamers. I say, sure.

A few minutes later I get a message from the local asking me about the girl I was with. He’d seen me walking with her and wanted to confirm it was her. I said yes, it was.

He had previously approached her, which I obviously did not know. He messaged me again saying that he was supposed to meet her at 6pm that evening! So she had cancelled her date with him to stay with me. I felt bad.

When we got back to the flat I poured us both some champagne and put on some music. We started kissing and I threw her on the bed. She seemed very horny but was resisting every time I tried to remove any of her clothing. She repeatedly said ‘this is not right, it’s too fast’. I agreed, rolled off and started to cook pasta.

We ate and talked nonsense, she was a nice girl and I enjoyed talking to her. After we ate I escalated again, giving her a massage on the bed. She was quite aroused but still kept pushing my hands away every time I tried to remove an item of clothing. ‘this is not right’. I agreed. It was now around 9.30pm, she didn’t seem to want to go anywhere so I suggested a movie. I put on VCB and we ended up watching the full movie. I escalated again after the movie and I managed to undo her bra and suck on her little titties. Progress.

We fooled around for a bit and I got some dry humping. It was getting quite late now, around 2.30am and I was getting frustrated. She asked if I wanted her to go, I said ‘you are welcome to stay the night, but if you do I will not stop trying to have sex with you’.

‘so all you want me for is sex?’

‘no, but I’m a man, you are a woman, I cannot fight natural desire’.

She said she had to go home quickly to pick something up from her place but would come back within half an hour. I said ok and sent her on her way in an uber expecting never to see her again.

Sure enough, 30mins later I get a message from her saying that she’s down stairs.

When she returned she put up some token resistance, but within minutes all our clothes were off and we were fucking. I’d met her just after 4pm and didn’t close the deal until just after 4am. It was a lot of effort but it was definitely worth it  😉