Near Miss: Indian Dwarf

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She’s not quite this hot, but very similar with longer, less curly hair.

It was a balmy Sunday afternoon. I was strolling down Flinders street in my converse, black shorts, white linen shirt and aviators on, I’ve opted against R selection in Melbourne, it’s already ratty enough. My headphones were in and I was listening to Billy Corgan tell Joe Rogan about how he became the owner of NWA wrestling. I liked the pumpkins when I was a lad and I had no idea that the lead singer was mad about wrestling. It had been about an hour since I’d done a set which is par for the course here.

As I’m giggling to myself listening to Billy telling Joe about how they made a meme out of him when he went to disneyland (google it) a tiny little brown girl shoots me a glance just as she is leaving my line of sight, I almost missed it. I looked back as she walked away from me. She was wearing flip flops, tight grey jeans accentuating a peachy little ass and a tight white vest. Her long black hair went all the way down her back to just above her ass. It was worth the chase.

I get in front and give her the pre-opener, she’s immediately on guard. On closer inspection she has a nice face, massive brown eyes with high cheek bones and no make up on. A solid 7. I move onto the compliment.

You look very cute, I really like how tall you are.  Whilst hovering my hand above her head. You remind me of a giraffe.

hahaha thank you

I think I caught you looking at me, it’s rude not to say high where I come from

Oh, and where would that be?

She’s hooked and we chat for 10 minutes or so. I tease her again about her height, I guess that she’s 142cm high and she seems annoyed at this and corrects me telling me she is 151cm. I tell her I’m 5’10”, she challenges me and says no way, you look more like 5’8″ and asks me my height in cm. I tell her I think it’s 175cm.

I get towards the end of what I think is a solid set and go for the number.

I don’t give my number out like this

Why, does “this” happen a lot?

This is like the 7th time

Well the other 6 were definitely not as charming or as handsome as me

They were actually more charming

I pull out my phone and she reluctantly starts calling out her digits as if she was in a hurry.

Wow, wow, wow, slow down. Let’s make sure I spell your name correctly first. 

I type her name in and get her to repeat her number slowly. I send her a text with my name while she’s in front of me. She receives it.

So what happens now, do I have to text you first?

Well, there is no set rules as to who sends the first text (except for countless texting guides), but I will probably text you in a couple of hours.

Ok

We go our separate ways and minutes later she pings me first…

 

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As you can see, she was very keen over text so I got her out the next day, Monday.

Date 1 (D2)

I went straight from work, she turned up looking great with a grey dress on which ended just above her knees and showed off a surprisingly large cleavage for a girl of such a small and slender frame. She still wasn’t wearing any make-up and also had aviators on. I told her she looked nice and teased her for copying my sunglasses.

I walked her down Flinders street towards the river and took her to a bar on the waterfront. We sat at high stools beside each other overlooking the river, it was around 7.30pm but it was still about 30 degrees outside and the sun was just about to set, it was the perfect setting.

I got the drinks in and the conversation flowed. I could tell she was nervous but I didn’t mention it.

She commented a couple of times on my intense eye contact and how she couldn’t normally hold eye contact with people as she was very shy. I dismissed this and said shy girls don’t talk to men on the street.

I excused myself to go to the toilet and when i came back she told me “this is going to sound crazy but, I think we would have amazing looking kids!”.

“Wow, wow, wow, lets slow this thing down, I’m not that easy!”

Even though she was joking she was obviously already sizing me up as a potential partner. I found at that she was 27 and had recently come out of a 9 year relationship and I was the first guy she had been on a date with since her one and only boyfriend. Her small stature makes her look much younger than 27.

It was now around 9pm, it was still too early to try and bounce her to my place so I took her for another drink at a nearby rooftop bar. We sat beside each other on a couch and I tried to kiss her a few times. She resisted every attempt and told me that she didn’t like to kiss in public.

We left the bar and I told her that we could go back to mine for a night cap. I hailed a cab and she did not object. I got her into the flat and poured us both a glass of water, she is not a big drinker and I had work the next morning so this was fine by me. I played a few songs on the guitar and she started singing along with a surprisingly loud voice. She then took the guitar and played a few tunes of her own, she was just as good at me and I was genuinely impressed.

I took the guitar back off her and we started kissing quite passionately. She stopped me and said “how have you done this? This isn’t even supposed to be a date!”

I picked her up, which was very easy as she weighs about 40 kilos, and carried her to the bedroom. I thought it was a one deal but she put up strong LMR for about 45mins. I got my dick out and I also fingered her, but she pushed me away every time I tried to get my D in the V.

It was midnight now and I had to be up for work in the morning so I threw in the towel and she ordered an uber for herself to go home. She texted me when she got home and thanked me for a great evening. It looks good for a second date.

We text back and forth over the next day or so and I set up a second date for the next Friday.

Date 2 (D3)

We meet at the same place at 7pm. I met her straight from work again and I had already had a couple of post work drinks. She turns up looking even hotter in a white shirt and red mini-skirt. She quickly notices that I’ve already been drinking but I reassure her that it takes quite a few drinks for me to get drunk and she relaxes. I take her for a couple of drinks in the CBD before catching a cab back to mine, again.

This time I get all her clothes off except her underwear. She is wearing lacy white underpants and a bra and I get a closer look at her breasts. As I’m fondling her I put my hand up her bra and squeeze her left breast. She moans loudly with pleasure. It feels a bit too firm to be natural, she’s obviously had a boob job and I do not complain. I tell her I like them and she thanks me.

We play around for another hour or so and she is not letting me fuck her. I respect the fact that she’s only ever slept with one man before and that it will probably take a few more attempts. I suggest that she sleeps over but she insists on going home. I do not object as I much prefer having the bed to myself. She gets herself an uber once again and is on her merry way.

We are still in contact and I will definitely see her again. Hopefully the next post will be a long overdue lay report and a new flag. Jai Ho!

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Melbourne: First Impressions

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As mentioned in my previous post, I have relocated temporarily to the sunnier climes of Melbourne, Australia. The weather has been rubbish since I arrived but now the sun is starting to come out as we head into Summer and with it, I am noticing a significant increase in the number of sets on the street. In this post I’ll be talking about my first impressions of the city and it’s daygame up until this point. Spoiler alert… it’s SHIT…

Scouting

When I first found out I’d be coming here I started asking around my now extensive network of tier 1 daygame wings as to their thoughts on daygame in Australia’s second biggest city. Pretty much everyone that had been there or knew of someone that had been told me that it was crap, all except Craig Cassidy. He said it was great and he pulled plenty when he was here for a week, I had nothing to worry about! From what I have seen so far, Mr Cassidy is either a God who instead of turning water into wine, turns 5’s into 8’s, or, he got very lucky that week.

Day 1

I took my first walk around the city the day after landing, it was a chilly, grey muggy day and as I arrived in the city centre I couldn’t help but notice that I didn’t have one ounce of the new city excitement you normally get when you first arrive in a new city. Granted I wasn’t here on a daygame jaunt and I was heavily jet lagged, but my vibe was shit and I took an instant dislike to the place.

I reassured myself that I had to give it time, I made a plan to explore the city and if a set presented itself, I would open, if not, no worries. I walked around for two hours “exploring”. The most shocking thing for me was the quantity of Asians, had I come to China or Australia?! I very rarely open Asians because I simply don’t find them attractive, it is one of the biggest gamma tells if you spot a daygamer who enjoys opening Asians.

I had never been surrounded by so many of them, I noticed how that when there are large numbers of them, they seem to lose whatever sense of spatial awareness they have. Groups of the little fuckers kept bumping into me and it was NOT helping my vibe.

Occasionally I would see a white presumably Australian face scattered amongst the sea of aimlessly wandering Asians. The majority of the women seemed to be either fat, lesbian, hipster, gothic or a combination of the lot. I was repulsed. The majority of the men looked more like women and were out of shape with terrible fashion. When I did spot a relatively good looking male with good physique and fashion, he had a 5 on his arm. JESUS.

I established on that first day that the daygame would be an uphill struggle and lowered my expectations/odds of getting laid to almost zero.

The City

Despite this, the city itself is actually very pretty, in the CBD there are lots of skyscrapers organised in a grid like fashion, much like I would expect New York to be like. The Yara river separates the North from the South, from what I have seen so far, the Yuppies tend to congregate on the South side and the hipsters on the North. There are lots of cool bars and restaurants. The produce in the supermarkets is ridiculously fresh, the coffee is amazing, I’ve been to about 20 different coffee shops now and am still to have a bad long black (they don’t do americano here) and most of the local beers are good. Everything is very Australian and they don’t seem to have succumbed to globalism, yet. I like this. The people are so polite that I found it slightly uncomfortable to begin with. I recall going to my local supermarket the day I landed, as I took my groceries the check-out girl (not hot of course) started commenting on all of my purchases. I just stood there looking very confused until it was time to pay. The only drawback to Melbourne as a city to live in is the cost of living, but my local colleagues seem to getting paid to cover this so I guess it’s all relative. So as a city to actually live in, Melbourne gets a big thumbs up.

The Stats

It is now almost two months since my maiden voyage and things haven’t changed much. Have a look at these depressing statistics which tell the story succinctly…

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
26 34.62% 0.00% 11.11% 0.00% 3.85% 3.85% 0.00% 0.00%
1.30 9 0 1 0 1 1 0 0

I know what you are going to say, 26 sets is not a big enough sample size to judge a city, that is partly true and that is why I have waited so long to do a post. However, I have gone out on 20 daygame sessions now and am averaging 1.3 sets each time. My typical session time is around 2 hours. So in a city centre of 4 million people I see an average of one 7 or above every two hours.

Out of the 20 sessions, I didn’t open on 9 of them. Previous to coming to Melbourne I think there has only ever been 3 or 4 times in over three years of daygame where I went out to do daygame and didn’t do one set. I quickly realised that I was wasting my time with little to no reward, so I decided to start listening to Joe Rogan podcasts [1] as I wandered the streets, this is something I have never done previously as I am normally distracted by a hot woman walking by every few minutes or so.

When I did open it normally went quite well, despite typically not being “in state” due to the lack of sets. I’ve only had a handful of blowouts, most of which have been polite. I got 9 numbers out of the the 26 sets, 8 of which replied, one I got out on a date, one I am still texting and 6 which stopped replying when I invited them out.

The one date I had was with an Asian (I know!) air hostess who I closed earlier the same day as she left the following day. It was one drink and I didn’t even get a kiss on the lips.

Daygame was deeply depressing considering the epic highs I experienced earlier in the year. I went out at night time with some work chodes a few times and noticed that I saw more hot girls in this environment. I drunkenly opened a few sets and got a few numbers, none of which replied. I dislike night game at the best of times, but when I don’t have a decent wing it is even more pointless.

Shame

This led me to something I never thought I would consider being the daygame purist I am. I downloaded Tinder. I understand if you unsubscribe to the blog at this point, it was nice having you.

I went on one date from Tinder with a pretty local girl (who looks Asian as her grandparents are vietnamese), the first date went well and she came back to mine and I banged her raw. Since then I’ve seen her a few more times but she has become very clingy which has killed off whatever small amount of attraction I had left for her after the first bang. I gave her the talk the other day so I doubt I will see her again.

It’s all uphill from here

This post may sound like I am complaining a lot, mainly because I am. But, I’m still optimistic for Melbourne. The statistics above are all before this weekend. I went out daygaming on Friday and Saturday in the sunshine and there was a lot more to shoot at and I have quite a few leads in my phone. So hopefully, the next post will be a long overdue lay report.

 

[1] This made it a lot easier to forget about the dire quality. I tried listening to Jordan Peterson as I walked but his content is quite heavy and requires your full attention. Joe Rogan is funny and he often has interesting guests. I highly recommend episode #911 with Alex Jones, hilarious and insightful.