c84e9631e618d292daffe31fd86a36a3--mini-skirts-mini-dressesI have a lay report to write from Thursday night, but I’ve opted to share some misery first as I have learned more from it…

A few saturdays back I decided to do some daygame in my Trump T-shirt. I’d gotten a few reactions but didn’t trigger as many people as I hoped I would. I’d been out on and off all day but I felt quite tired as I’d been out drinking the night before and had a crappy night’s sleep.

Anyway, its late, around 9pm and I’m winging with GG. It is eerily quiet on Oxford street for a Saturday night and it’s starting to get a little bit chilly. I walk with GG for around 45mins, he does a set or two and I don’t see anything I like. It’s my turn to do a set when a tall blonde walks towards us. GG wants to open her “I’m doing it if you don’t” he barks at me. Don’t you worry GG, I shall be opening this set…

Open

I open and guess that she’s Russian and accuse her of being a spy. She starts to talk and I can hear by her accent that she is indeed Russian. We talk for a minute or so before she asks if we can walk, she doesn’t like standing and talking. We walk up and down for 5 minutes before I suggest a drink. She agrees.

idate

In the bar I got a beer, she a glass of white wine. I pointed at high stools, she said no and pointed towards the couch. She’s already stealing the frame, but for the better.

She tells me she’s been in London for 5 months. She’s studying English, her English is good and I am already picking up on her good sense of humour. She lived and worked in Moscow but grew up in a village and is 29. She’s a low 8, probably would have been a 9 a few years ago.

I asked her where she was on her way to before I spoke to her and she said “I was waiting for someone to talk to me and take me for a drink and you were that guy.” This girl had obviously been daygamed before. I told her she was funny and she said “well one of us has to be.” Feisty.

She quizzed me on my Trump T-shirt and started asking if I actually liked him. I’d dropped myself in it now.

My mother told me to never talk religion, politics or work to a lady

She persisted and started telling me that she really liked Trump until he got in office. I told her I liked his charisma and his leadership before quickly changing the subject.

We finished the drink and I told her I wanted to go home, I was really tired even though it was now only around 11pm. She seemed disappointed, I went home and she carried on “walking”.

We pinged back and forth, arranged another date for a week later only for her to cancel on the day. I thought that was the end of it.

I pinged her again a few days ago and surprisingly she agreed to meet me for a drink on a Friday night.

D2

We agreed to meet at 9, I text her at 8.30 telling her I’d be there at 9.10, she said she would also be late. I told her the last one there would buy the first drinks. I got there first as you can see above, she eventually rocked up at almost 9.30.

She had made quite an effort wearing black boots, tight black jeans, tight black t-shirt and a black blazer, she wore dark purple lipstick on which accentuated her big pouty lips.

I started walking her towards the cock tavern and she complained that she didn’t like the look of it, she preferred more European style bars. I told her she was in England and should appreciate the local culture before conceding and walking her to a cocktail bar further up the road called the lucky pig.

It was noisy and crowded but she liked it. I walked to the bar, ordered myself a beer and her a glass of wine and reminded her that it was her turn to pay. After I had ordered the drinks she said she didn’t want wine and ordered herself a cocktail. I drank the beer and the wine, both on her tab.

We found a little corner, she sat on the ledge, I leant against a wall. I asked her if she had ever played questions game. She said “yes, last night with a Russian guy.” I was shocked and didn’t hide it very well “Oh, ok, well what rules did you play?”

You have to tell the truth and you can’t ask the same question back [1]

Yes that’s more or less it.

She was now making it very clear that she had been on at least one date with another daygamer. After this she prodded away for weakness with each question;

Have you ever dress as a woman?

Have you ever been so drunk that you don’t remember anything?

Did you have an embarrassing nickname at school?

I asked her which nationality of men she found most attractive. Without hesitation she said “Spanish, they are tall, dark and handsome”. She is now clearly signalling that she is not attracted to me, or at least that’s how I took it.

We were in the first venue for just over an hour by now and I had gotten very close to her lips a few times as I leaned in to either hear her or to speak in her ear. There were a few moments I could have went for the kiss and in hindsight this is when I should have done it.

I asked her to tell me something about her that I would never guess. She started telling me some crappy story about how she helped get her drunk friend home one evening.

I waited patiently for her to finish this story before announcing “Let’s go”.

She seemed shocked, I started walking towards the door and she followed. When we got outside she asked why we were leaving. I told her it was too loud in there and that I wanted to go to a normal pub. It was now 11pm, and the two pubs near my flat had closed.

This just isn’t your night, is it?

Nothing is going to plan

What did you expect to happen by now?

We both knew what she was asking, I didn’t react, I let her walk ahead a little and pulled her back by her arm in the opposite direction to go to another bar that I saw was open nearby.

The seating arrangements were crap and it was noisy as well. I could feel her becoming less and less interested and I was caring less and less as the time passed. We forced each other to carry on with the questions game but it was more out of politeness more than anything else. I had lost the frame completely and I couldn’t be bothered to try and wrestle it back. I decided to crash the car…

when was the last time you had sex? – I looked her dead in the eye as i said it.

 I’m not answering that, you can’t ask me these questions.

It was last night then.

I had totally lost the frame by now but I was passed the point of caring. I may even have been a little jealous at her previous evenings date. The car was crashed. We left the bar at around midnight and i meekly invited her back to my place, she laughed and said “no thanks.”

I walked her back to Regent street so she could catch her bus. As we sat at the bus stop waiting I grabbed her chin and went for the kiss. She pulled away very fast.

I tried again when her bus came, again she rejected me. I said “Fine, goodbye.”

Part of me wants to have solid game to overcome girls with such a strong frame, the other part just wants nothing to do with them. The riddle I’m still trying to solve is if I actually like this girl. She’s an 8, smart and funny but she is also a princess and openly hypergamous. The player in me enjoyed the challenge and chode in me found it irritating. As I left her at the bus stop I was relieved, I could relax and didn’t feel like I had to put on a show anymore.

Learning Points

  • I should have escalated earlier, I was intimidated by her hotness and her strong frame
  • I shouldn’t have been so reactive when she told me about her date the previous evening
  • I’m still fucking up the basics – venue selection
  • I need to get better at deciding if I actually like the girl or if it’s pure lust
  • Maybe I’m not that good at this game thing

 

[1] I first saw Ricky do this and I’m copying him.

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6 thoughts on “Russian Riddle

  1. I don’t think you “crashed the car” so to speak, or that is was a bad date. You probably have some outcome dependence attached to the date and because on the surface it was harder to escalate with her, it seems like a negative set.
    I think it was probably harder because usually we think game works so well when the girl hasn’t experienced it before. The fact that *someone else running exactly the same model very recently with her* was the underlying frame is what I think might have thrown you off (correct me if I’m wrong in my armchair assessment of course).
    It’s probably helpful to remember that women will always come up against men “running the same game” but the nuances of your style of communication and how you handle her responses is what makes her attracted.
    You never know, she might have just been a “no” girl from the start and just wanted to see what game you were going to run rather than genuinely being attracted to you. Or she might still be a “maybe” girl and is testing your frame hard to see if you’re congruent with the player archetype you project.
    Another learning experience. Good post.
    S.

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  2. I recently had something similar in Serbia. A really hot girl with a really strong frame, who I didn’t like very much. Three or so dates with some kissing and getting her to my apt once, but she wouldn’t let me escalate. I would like tighter game to bed that girl, but ultimately I’d be sick of her quickly, so it’s not the biggest deal.

    Now that conclusion is entirely convenient in the sense that it is ego-sparing, but I recognize that fact, and I don’t think I’m self-deceiving. I think my girl, and this girl, really just suck.

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  3. Roy, from your description, it sounds like she was dtf the day you met her. I mean, a girl just walking around and “waiting for someone to approach her”? A Krauser textbook example of a girl isolating herself from her friends etc. in order to get approached by men.
    Is it possible that you already lost frame that day by not escalating and ending the date yourself?
    From your description it sounds like she was dtf, you did not escalate, someone else swooped in and she lost interest. The 2nd date was maybe just her being bored. She lost the urgency of sex with the other guy and just went out on a date with you to see, if it could be restoked, but that’s hard to do even for an experienced player like yourself.

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