I am sat at Luton airport waiting to fly out to visit my Turkmen for a long weekend. I was here a couple of months ago full of optimism as myself and Xants drank pints and waited for the flight to Belgrade. The mood is different this time, I’m drinking coffee and when I get there I won’t be doing any approaching, but I’ll still be getting laid. This is the life of a daygamer, I paid 90 quid for a flight to somewhere with more favourable weather and free accommodation to spend the weekend with a hot girl.
As I sit here I have been reflecting on what was largely a shit month. Here’s the numbers…
Proper Daygame Notches: 0
Guttergame Notches: 1
“Nightgame” Notches: 1
However, it was quite eventful;
- 2 notches – not that proud of either
- Trump Presidency – still waiting on my money but I’m just glad I didn’t lose.
- Met the Street Attraction lads – nice chaps
- Passed out during a daygame session – idiot
- Met Craig Cassidy – nice chap
My pussy slaying powers seemed to drop off as quickly as the mercury in the thermometer. This was despite the fact that I went out more than any previous month this year. As the fair weather daygamers began their retreat to relationships or went into “hibernation” I was determined to sarge on into the cold night. I was solo for roughly half of the 21 sessions, the rest I mainly winged with Ricky Roma and couple of other guys. Ricky Roma is probably the only one who gamed as much, if not more than me in November (that I know of).
The vibe on the streets changed significantly, the dreamy girls were hiding under big puffy coats and were no longer dreamy. They were now determined to get from A to B as quickly as possible and weren’t stopping for any charming bastard.
The numbers clearly reflect this. I got 20 numbers from 21 sessions. 18 of them flaked, they didn’t all flake straight away, some replied a few times, some arranged to meet then didn’t show, 1 came on a idate then flaked. I’m still texting one of them and I have been on two dates with the other. I stand a fairly good chance of fucking her so it wasn’t all for nothing, but it was a mother fucking grind. I wasn’t alone with the high flake rate, fellow daygamers reported similar stats but it was still disheartening.
You may wonder why I bothered. Well, I didn’t have much else better to do. I was invited to social events with my pre-game/‘real’ friends on several occasions but I politely declined so that I could go and walk the miserable streets by myself. Have I gone mad? Am I obsessed? Or do I just like pussy? I think it’s the last one. Obviously as men in game, we are all obsessed with pussy and we all have different methods and techniques of acquiring it.
I’m reading Scott Adams’ book – how to fail at almost everything and still win big at the moment. He’s a very funny author and there’s some great mindwank in there, a lot of which resonates with daygame. One concept that struck a chord was “Pick the delusion that works”…
He explains how people believe doing one specific thing will influence the outcome of another event. One of the examples he gives is a professional tennis player wearing his lucky socks in the belief that they will help him win his tennis match. In reality the socks should have nothing to do with the outcome, it should be his skills as a tennis player. But because he believes they will, he plays better and more often than not, goes on to win.
So basically, whatever you think works for you, will probably work for you.
My delusion is that if I keep approaching consistently without any hibernation/meltdown/girlfriend/value building periods I will only get better and slay infinite amounts of pussy. I realise this delusion could backfire spectacularly at any moment, but until then, you will find me roaming the streets of central London.
December can only be better, right?