I left Hong Kong a few days ago now and have been mulling over whether I actually like the place or not. It’s no Belgrade, but overall I liked it…
The first question you may ask is why did I go there if I don’t like Asian Girls? Well, I was travelling back to the UK from Australia and they haven’t figured out how to do that in one flight (yet) so I had to stopover somewhere. The options I was offered were Hong Kong or Abu Dhabi. I went with Hong Kong as I was more likely to spot a set as the girls wouldn’t be hidden underneath a burka. The weather is typically mild, around 20oC in December which is perfect for daygame. I figured anywhere was a step up from Melbourne in terms of quality, even if it was an Asian country, and I had never been to Asia so I thought it would at the very least be an interesting place to see.
I went there with very low expectations and did not put myself under any pressure to get laid. It was a daygame trip, but if I decided I didn’t like it I would just do things normal tourists do, like hiking, sightseeing, eating Hello Kittys, or whatever it is that they do. None of that happened.
As I took my initial walk around the city one thought dominated my mind – this place is bonkers. There seemed to be billions of little Asian people condensed onto narrow footpaths, they wandered around aimlessly whilst simultaneously having their faces glued to their mobile devices. It annoyed me initially when they kept bumping into me and walking off without apologizing, but as the days past I seemed to flow with the masses, it helped that I was looking where I was going and anticipated that they wouldn’t do the same.
The city has its quirks such as the lack of coffee shops and bars, the fact that it’s normal to have your shower on top of your toilet and your toilet about a metre away from your bed took some getting used to. However, there were a few things I liked. There is a nice balance between local and western food available, the transport links are great and they work, the cost of living is cheap compared to Melbourne. The people are generally friendly, locals living in the same apartment block as me would frequently speak to me in English in the lift. As well as friendly people it had some pretty girls dotted about the city which brings me nicely onto the daygame.
The quality was more or less as to be expected, a sea of 6’s which is about 5 points better than what I had become accustomed to in Melbourne. I am not a fan of Asian girls in general so it took me a while to fish out the diamonds from the rough, and there were definitely a few diamonds, one of which I wrote about here. One thing that was very obvious to me was the complete lack of IOI’s, I wasn’t shiney there and got only one the entire trip. Seven had recently been there and has a fairly similar opinion to me and (creepily) almost the exact same stats.
I opened 32 girls in total on an 8 day solo trip. The first three days I did 10 a day and on the 4th I did 2. Halfway through the second day it already started to feel like a grind as I was walking round sometimes for over an hour before I found a girl I wanted to talk to. This was my longest solo jaunt to date and I wouldn’t have minded a wing to chat shit with during the vast expanses of time between sets.
Of these lucky 32 ladies, I got 10 contact details which is a fairly good return of 1 in 3.2. Generally I found that if I got past the opener I almost always closed. The challenge was getting them to stop as more than half the girls would run away due to either being scared shitless, not interested, or genuinely in a hurry. It was mostly the first one though.
Of these 10 even luckier women only 3 of them chose not to reply. Of the 7 women who did reply, 1 was a girl I idated and never got out again, another was a cute air hostess who wanted to meet on my last night but I had already made plans, the other 3 made their excuses and the remaining two were the luckiest of all, they got banged!
The main reasons the girls cited for not meeting up (apart from being on their period) was that they were busy with Christmas activities. I’m pretty sure if it was any other time of the year I would have had more dates and probably more notches.
Is it Daygame on Easy (White God) mode?
Well if you look solely at mine and Seven’s stats, it may seem that way. However, we’ve both been playing this game for a while now and we probably got a bit lucky. I expected to get more than one IOI and the one local girl I banged was an outlier and even then it took me 3 dates to get the notch. That coupled with the low quality means that I probably wouldn’t go back there for daygame. But if you’re into your Asians then Hong Kong is definitely for you, I’ll stick to Eastern Europe.
This is a short story about one of my easiest notches ever. The only challenge was getting her out…
It was my first day full in Hong Kong. I was bobbing around Causeway bay buzzing with new city enthusiasm and optimism. I’d done 5 sets already by this point and collected a couple of numbers. As I walked past the istore I decided to haggle with a local who was selling dodgy iphone 10s directly outside the shop. I didn’t buy one in the end. As I walk away iphoneless I spot a short brunette throwing me a ridiculous IOI, it was my first IOI of the day and I jumped on it.
She was mousy, about 5’ 5”, with brown hair down to her shoulders, her skin was tanned and her eyes were dark brown. She wore a black leather jacket covering a white woolly jumper, a black mini-shirt and high heels. She had a meaty ass and short chunky legs; I score her 6.5 on the HB index.
I get in front of her and deliver the opener. I tell her that she’s cute and she carries on walking past me with a big smile on her face. She looked confused and didn’t really know what was going on. I carried on with my stack and she stopped and turned to me;
There’s no way you’re from HK, I’m guessing somewhere more exotic like Thailand
Yes, I from Bangkok
Interesting, I’ve never been there but lots of my friends go there to party
Where are you from?
I’m from Ireland but I live in Australia
Ooooooh that’s so cool, you travel a lot
They say it broadens the mind
I must go meet friend now for dinner
I take her number and send her a whatsapp message with my name before she goes on her merry way. The set lasted around 2 minutes. She messaged me back as I walked off and carried on messaging me that evening asking more questions about how long I would stay and why I came here alone. She was keen.
Over the next few days I would invite her out 3 times, each time she would agree and then cancel either at the agreed meet-up time or even after. The times on the screenshots are not correct as I was in a different time zone when they were sent.
As you can see she cancelled twice citing her period as an excuse, this was a first for me and quite frankly I found it refreshing. She clearly (and correctly) assumed that we would be meeting up for sex. So after her cancelling twice I eventually invited her for Lunch as it was now my last day in HK and I had agreed to spend my last evening with Ellen.
She eventually turned up and looked Down to Fuck (DTF) straight away. She arrived at the meeting point dressed all in black, a black boob tube, black mini-skirt and black high heels. It was the middle of the afternoon but she looked dressed for the evening.
I went to give her a kiss on the cheek and she kissed me on the lips and said “hello honey, how are you”. As I walked her to a bar close to my place she told me that I looked sexy and apologised for messing me around. I had never experienced a girl so DTF on a first date, I contemplated walking her straight to my apartment but just couldn’t do it.
We sat down at the corner of a table, her leg was rubbing up against mine and she couldn’t stop trying to kiss me. I ordered a beer and she got a cocktail. She drank hers slowly, I practically downed my pint and then proceeded to drink hers. We were in and out of the bar within 20 minutes and walking to my flat.
We got inside and I poured us both a glass of water. Soon after this the clothes were off, I chose to put on a condom (if she was this easy for me, I assumed she had a pretty high notch count) and we had sex. As soon as I finished she rolled over and started playing on her phone. From meet to sex was just under 45 minutes, pretty sure that’s my fastest pull to date.
I didn’t bother with the debrief questions, I was now wondering to myself “what is an acceptable amount of time to kick a girl out after sex?” 10 minutes later I told her I had things to do, she got dressed and went on her way. As I threw the condom in the bin I noticed it was a bit bloody, she wasn’t lying about the period.
This was most definitely a yes girl and there was no game involved on my part. But, a notch is a notch, and yes, I do keep a count of these.
This is a long story  about another crazy girl. I like these types of girls because they are typically a great lay, but as I found out with this girl and others in the past, it’s not always as a simple as that…
It was Saturday evening and my second full day in Hong Kong. Things were going OK but I wouldn’t go as far to say that I was enjoying myself. I’d done 6 sets so far that day in 4 hours, despite what felt like a billion people on the street, I really struggled to find girls I would bang, never mind ones that I was attracted to.
I was standing in the square outside the World Trade Centre in Causeway bay feeling quite dejected. I’d been texting Xants earlier in the day berating myself for having come to HK in the full knowledge that I don’t like Asian girls. He said the following…
It spurred me on and he ended up being more or less right. I looked up from my phone and spotted a relatively tall Asian girl with jet black hair, pale white skin, black eye make-up, red lipstick, a black leather jacket, black skirt, black tights and long black boots walking quickly in my direction. She was hot, a comfortable 7, perhaps even an 8. She didn’t recognise my existence but it’s easily the hottest girl I’d seen so far in HK so I had to go for it.
Set – Saturday 16 December
I hope you speak English
Yes a little
Well, I saw you running towards me and I thought you looked very pretty, however, you look very mysterious in all this black, are you on your way to rob a bank or something?
She hooks and starts to guess where I am from. Then her phone starts ringing. She answers and I stand there like a tool for a minute or so. Once the call is finished she apologises to me and says she is late to meet her friends for dinner. At this point 3 girls arrive from behind me to greet her. I notice straight away that all of them are pretty hot. I greet them all quickly and my set, lets call her Ellen, tells me that these are all her colleagues and that they were leaving now.
I turned to Ellen and said “enjoy your dinner, lets get a drink another time”.
All three of her friends were watching, she didn’t look at them before saying “yeah sure.” I typed her number in and we went our separate ways. I heard one of her friends say “WOW that was cool” to her as we departed. The entire interaction lasted around 3 minutes, I didn’t know anything about her and she didn’t know much about me. I didn’t expect it to go anywhere, however I recognised a glimmer of hope when I looked at her whatsapp profile status, it said “I’m a fuck up”.
I text her at around 11pm that evening and she replied within minutes. The next morning I pinged her a picture of my breakfast (I’d managed to find a place that sold Omelettes) and she sent me one back of her walking her dog. She seemed keen. After a couple of back fourths I invited her out that night. She agreed to meet me at 7pm in Causeway Bay.
D2 – Sunday 17 December
She was a few minutes early and I was a couple of minutes late. She was dressed all in black again but her lips were noticeably shinier than when I met her and her eyes had more make-up on them. Ellen had made an effort.
I took her to the ToTT bar on the 34th floor of the Excelsior building, this is a much more extravagant venue than I would normally take a girl to, but I wanted to see the view. We sat opposite each other at a small table, and we went through the comfort fluff. She drunk Whiskey straight and I had a beer. I asked her what she did for a living;
I’m a Tee wee host
Pwesenting on the tee wee
Aaaaah TV, you mean Tele-V-ision host
This explained her above average looks and why her friends were also hot. I asked her if she was famous and she said that she usually gets recognised once a day (every time I met her after this, at least one person, always male, would come over to her and ask for a selfie). We carried on chatting and I found out that she was 10 years my junior, 23. She had no brothers or sisters and had lived in HK all her life.
After the drink I suggested we go somewhere else, she said ok as long as she could have a cigarette first. We go outside the venue and as we’re having a smoke I ask her if she still lives with her parents;
No, I haven’t seen my parents in a long time. My father used to beat me so I don’t see him anymore; my mother hates me because of this. I think she is actually crazy because she blames me for ruining her life.
oh shit, I’m sorry to hear that
So I’m living with my ex-boyfriend
That’s a bit weird
We only broke up a week ago
So my timing was good then
My former chode self would have felt sorry for her at this point and gave her a shoulder to cry on, but as she was bearing the contents of her soul to me I was celebrating inside like I’d just won the lottery. Game has turned me into a sick fuck.
Next I walked us to a venue closer to my place called the Metropolitan, we sat beside each other on a couch and I started the questions game. She immediately complained saying that she is terrible at asking about other people. I asked her if that’s because she only cares about herself and she said no, it is rude in her culture to ask a lot of questions to people that you don’t know.
We asked each other a few questions but soon reverted to normal conversation, she was a very chatty and funny girl. It was now after 9.30pm and I realised that I’d got caught in comfort, I was enjoying talking to her too much and not escalating.
I started playing with her hair and commenting on its length, smell, colour and thickness. I started massaging her neck with my left hand and asked about the tattoo she had just behind her ear. She went into a long story, I sighed and placed my right hand on her thigh;
Geez, you talk a lot don’t you?
I like talking to you
That’s nice, but where is the off button?
It’s in a hidden place
I pulled her in and kissed her on the lips, she didn’t reciprocate but didn’t pull away. I pulled away first and she started to have a little melt down;
Wow, I never do this on a first meeting, especially not in public, normally it takes many dates and I have never kissed a Western man, my friends think I am crazy for agreeing to meet you, they warned me not to come
This is not a normal situation; I am only here for a few more days, so let’s just enjoy it
She mentioned that she was hungry and asked if I wanted to try some of the Hong Kong style street food. Unfortunately the place that she took us was on the other side of town from my apartment. As we were walking further and further away we passed 3 other street food places. I tried to get her to go to one of those but she insisted that the one she had in mind was the best in HK.
There was a guy on the street cooking some weird looking food, she spoke to him in Cantonese and ordered a selection of things before we took a seat inside a grubby little restaurant. The lighting was very bright, the tables were dirty, it stunk of fish and there were loud kids everywhere. Excellent seduction location it was not.
The food soon arrived and it looked and tasted revolting. She munched on pork blood and noodles while she ordered pig ovaries for me; it definitely wasn’t a Muslim establishment.
We finished the food and had another cigarette outside. I suggested we go back to mine for a nightcap. She didn’t answer me, so when we finished the cigarettes I walked us back in the direction of my apartment. It was almost a 20-minute walk away. I did my best to talk as much crap as I could until we got to my front door. I opened up and in she came without any hesitation.
I made a big thing about giving her a tour of my massive apartment. It was tiny, there was barely space to walk around the bed and the shower was above the toilet. I poured us both a drink and soon she got a message from her work saying that she needed to be on set at 7am for filming, it was now after midnight. I made a feeble attempt to escalate fast. We lay on the bed beside each other and kissed with tongue. She still had most of her clothes on including 4 upper layers. I didn’t even try to take them off as she said she had to leave and I was pretty sure that I would be seeing her again. In hindsight I should have tried to escalate, as she hadn’t resisted anything up to this point.
D3 – Tuesday 19 December
I had a date with another girl lined up at 7pm (see period girl post). Ellen messaged me about 30mins before I was due to meet period girl asking if I would like to go for dinner that night. I told her that I would let her know shortly. Period girl had already flaked the previous night so it was only 50/50 whether she was going to turn up tonight. At 7.14pm period girl messaged me saying that she still had her period. What a stupid bitch.
I met Ellen at Causeway bay metro. We got the MTR to Mong kok station and she took me to a restaurant that is very popular with the locals. It was ridiculously cheap, less than a pound a beer and the main courses were about £5 and really tasty.
After that we walked around a tempest buddha market place before I took us to a Japanese whiskey bar near my place. We sat at the bar and I ordered us two of the most expensive whiskeys on the menu, not because I was trying to show off, I just wanted to taste them. £100 later and after some pretty flat conversation we left the bar. We stood outside and had a cigarette. It was close to midnight, I suggested we go back to my place for a nightcap and she said no, “I have to go home and walk my dog”. Fine.
As I walked with her back to the metro station I knew I had to lift the vibe, I gave her a piggyback as we walked through the busy metro station. Everyone was staring and she was giggling her head off before begging to be put down. Ellen spoke about how this whole situation was very strange for her. She told me that when Hongkongese girls see other girls with Western men they laugh at them and think that they are sluts. I asked her if she really cared what other people think; “You don’t understand, it’s a different culture here”. At this point I was not confident of the notch, although she had “daddy issues” and a very messed up childhood, she still SEEMED like a sweet, innocent girl and had told me that she had only slept with 2 men in her life.
We agreed to meet the next day at 4pm to go up Victoria Peak, a very popular tourist location with panoramic views of the city. It had gotten to around 2pm and I still hadn’t heard from her. I thought the bubble might have burst on the previous date as the vibe was pretty flat, but at around 3.30pm she text to confirm the meet.
D4 – Wednesday 20 December
We met up at around 4.30pm and got a taxi to the top of Victoria peak, I took a lot of photos and we took some selfies together. It was a very couply vibe and I could sense that she was getting attached. Everything I said, she laughed at and every time I touched her she would squeeze my hand or touch me back.
After this we got a cab back down to the Soho area, we had a drink in a bar before going to a Japanese BBQ that was highly recommended to me by Seven. We sat beside each other on a couch and I ordered all you can drink beer as well as a selection of meats to share and as each dish came out we laughed and joked, I was really enjoying my time with this girl. She would speak to the waiter in Chinese/Hongkongese and although I didn’t know what they were saying and I didn’t feel like I had the frame, I thought it was fucking cool. In my head I was thinking, “I have a local tour guide, not only is she hot, but she’s a local celebrity and likes me. I came to a big city alone and met a woman of this calibre, Daygame is great”.
After dinner we got the metro back to my area and went to my apartment where we drank vodka and smoked cigarettes out of the tiny window. I was feeling tipsy now; I’d had at least 5 beers and the vodka. Ellen began asking about my past relationships and how many lovers I’d had. I told her “probably a lot more than you, but I am 10 years older than you”.
She told me that her first relationship was with a girl when she was 16, they were together for two years. I asked why her first relationship was with a girl and she blamed her father. He used to pull her top down and grab her boobs when she was 15, he wanted to have sex with her. She was scared of men after this and decided that it was safer for her to avoid them altogether.
She then told me that she hadn’t been totally honest, she had one other lover, a 42 year old man whilst she was still with her ex. She used to work in a whiskey bar, this guy would come in with all his friends and never talk. All his friends would laugh and joke with her and he would just be quiet. Inside I was thinking “this guy sounds like he’s running my game”. She quit that job and he called her, (she doesn’t know how he got her number) and they went for lots of “lunches” before she eventually fucked him while she was still with her boyfriend. This girl was promiscuous and it was at this point that I knew I had to go for it.
We kissed and I went for her crotch over the top of her tights, she did not resist. Soon after this all of our clothes were off and then I noticed something was a bit strange, something that had never happened to me with a new girl before. I WASN’T HARD!!!!
It took her a little while to notice as I carried on fooling around with her. But eventually she noticed and asked if it was her fault. I said most definitely not. She had a fantastic body, big hips, small waist, no body hair and long legs. Her breasts weren’t the biggest but I didn’t mind. I really wanted to bang her but my dick was not so keen. Then I started to wonder if my dislike for Asian girls went deeper than I realised. As I’m ruminating on this she started sucking me off and minutes later normal service was resumed. PHEW! The sex was wild, biting scratching and she liked to moan. It was my penultimate night in Hong Kong and I had banged the hottest girl I opened, the relief was immense.
As we lay there I asked her the usual questions. She said she would have had sex earlier but she was on her period. Soon afterwards she got dressed and I ordered her an uber home.
We hung out the next evening, which was my last in Hong Kong. I passed up a date with an airhostess and an opportunity to complete a hatrick of notches to spend the night with Ellen. I am CLEARLY beyond game.
 – feedback is much appreciated – let me know if you think this post rambles on too much.
I finally converted the near miss from my last post to a lay and with it I captured the Indian flag as well as bagging my first daygame lay in Australia. It took a lot of patience and I broke almost all of my usual “rules” when it comes to dating…
I’ve already had two dates with this girl and I had established that she is K-selected but willing to experiment. I’d already taken her further and faster than she’d ever been with anyone before but her forebrain stopped her on both occasions. My strategy going forward was not to rush it, neither of us were in a hurry as we both lived in the city and shock horror, I actually liked hanging out with her, a girl!
D4 – Sunday 19 November
I went into the city centre to do some daygame, the quality was terrible (as usual) and I ended up going shopping instead. As I was doing so she texted me asking what I was up to. We met for dinner and then went back to my place together. We played around and again there was no sex.
She confessed that she was actually married to her one and only boyfriend and only came to Australia to get away from her friends and family whilst the divorce went through. She also told me that he was the only person she had sex with and the last time was over TWO YEARS ago.
D5 – Monday 27 November
She texted me during the day asking what I was up to that evening. I told her I had a rock n’ roll evening lined up doing laundry and meal prepping for the week. She joined and helped me with my laundry and the cooking.
Again we messed around, she was extra horny this time moaning every time I as much as touched her shoulder. I took her into the bedroom thinking that this was definitely a notch. She pushed me off telling me that she was on her period, this explained her extra horniness. I wasn’t hiding my frustration by this point and she picked up on this promising that there would be no excuses next time. We agreed to meet the following Saturday and that she would cook for me.
D6 – Saturday 2 December
It was a horrible weekend in Melbourne with 3 days of almost constant torrential rain. She text me during the day with a long apologetic message something along the lines of “I’m really sorry but my almost perfect cycle has been haywire this month and I still have my period. I understand if you don’t want to see me tonight”. FUCK.
I didn’t have any plans so I agreed to let her come round and cook for me anyway. She’s a vegetarian so she cooked me a veggie curry thing, it was nice but I made some meat separately and added it to the curry. This obviously made it taste 100 times better and I enjoyed telling her this. She called me a dick, which I noticed she was saying more and more often. This is good. Before she left I told her that I had a surprise for her and to keep Monday night free… It would be an adventure date.
D7 – Monday 4 December
I had bought two tickets to see Milo Yiannopolous in Melbourne a month or so previously and it was now the night of the show. I didn’t have anyone in mind to take along with me when I bought them, I just knew that I wanted to go. My girl had been texting me all day trying to figure out where I was taking her and asking what she should wear. I decided that it probably wasn’t fair to take her here without some prior knowledge. I sent her a link to a video of Milo ripping a local Australian Muslim feminist to shreds and she responded with hilarious laughter. She was in.
As we arrived at the venue there were rows and rows of police stood in a line blocking the entrance. I turned to my girl and I could see the fear on her face “is this safe?!” I told her we would be fine, showed our tickets to the police and they made a gap in the line for us to pass through. There were about a hundred protesters waving banners and shouting obscenities trying to get reactions out of anyone attending the show. My girl was scared, she got on the inside of me and pulled herself in to try and hide from the friendly lefties. A short overweight hipster girl (presumably lesbian) screamed at her “how can you participate in this misogyny?!”
Having not been really sure what to expect, my girl thoroughly enjoyed the show. We got some food afterwards and headed back to mine. On the way back she informed me that she was STILL on her period. I told her I didn’t believe her but I didn’t make a big fuss about it. She promised again that we would do the deed next time.
D8 – Friday 6 December
I worked late and met her at around 9pm in the city centre. She turned up looking her most promiscuous yet, in a black dress and heels and had put on more make-up than usual. Would this finally be the night?!
We went for dinner and I made sure not to mention her period or sex throughout the evening. We were chatting about our respective weeks at dinner when I announced that I bought a condom, her face dropped and she couldn’t look at me. I pulled out my phone and said “look, do you like it?” I’d bought a new cover for my phone, she packed up laughing and playfully punched me saying “you are SUCH a dick!”
We got a cab back to mine and as soon as we got into the flat the clothes were off and we were in the bedroom. It took a long time before she would let me get my dick anywhere near her vagina, she insisted on more kissing and foreplay. We must have been doing this for about an hour before I lost my patience, slapped some lube on my dick and pushed it in. She screamed loudly, it was easily the tightest vagina I’d ever experienced and I have banged virgins who were a lot younger than her. I let it sit there for a few seconds and told her to relax. I got a couple of thrusts in before she pushed me off whilst screaming in pain. I reckon I was in there for 10 seconds max.
We fooled around a bit more but she kept pushing me away every time I tried to make a re-entry. Eventually I got bored and I even told her this. I gave up at around 2am and went to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if this qualified as a notch but my twitter followers unanimously agreed that it was. We fell asleep at around 3am and I made us eggs the following morning as she sat on the couch.
You might ask if this was all worth the effort. Obviously, it wasn’t and if I was on a Euro Jaunt I would have had one date with her and given up. But I’m not on a Euro Jaunt so I’ll probably see this girl more and the sex will get better. I don’t mind having a MLTR with a girl I enjoy spending time with whilst doing the odd spot of daygame for the remainder of my time in Melbourne, there isn’t exactly a lot to shoot at out on the streets.
Key Learning Points
Do what you want to do and let her tag along if she wants to.
Keep the frame – K selected girls normally want a lot of dates before they give up the V. This does not mean that you have to agree to be in an exclusive relationship with them. I made sure she knew that I would be a bad long term prospect by making fun of any future projections she did, reminding her that I was only here for a few more months, calling her names (playfully), pushing her around (playfully) and implying (but not explicitly telling her) that there were other girls around – even though there aren’t.
I highly recommend taking a girl to a right wing event with lots of leftie protesters – maybe not if she’s a feminist.