Review: Daygame Infinite

A big beast of a review for a big beast of a book.

Why am I reviewing this book?

I first got wind that Krauser was writing this when I winged with him for the first time in Warsaw last May. As we wandered over towards the big Stalin building I asked him what his endgame was, he told me of his plans to finish the memoirs and how he had almost finished writing the “new mastery”. He carried on to explain how he had done a lot of game since he published mastery and that his style had changed, he wanted to capture all of this new material and present it in a well polished daygame magnus opus that would leave a lasting impression on the community. I was intrigued if not slightly sceptical that this was possible, surely if mastery taught you to master the art, what could the next step be? Was there even a next step?

Krauser was only in Warsaw for a couple of days and after he left the cogs continued to turn in my head as to what this new book would contain. The curiosity got the better of me so I pinged him a message asking if he would like another test reader. He was apprehensive at first given that I was a pikey and he didn’t know me very well. Only his inner circle could be trusted with his groundbreaking new material. A few days later he pinged me back saying that I could have a copy when we would meet again in Moscow in June. The day we both landed we did some sets, went for a drink and then he bounced me back to his centrally located high-class hostel bedroom using the “I need to give you the book” excuse, it was genius and it felt so natural at the time. Now I knew how all those girls felt.

The book looked like one of his memoirs and was still in a raw format containing roughly 2/3’s of the finished product. I skimmed through it as I waited for my uber of shame home outside his hostel, it looked good.

I proceeded to read a chapter or two a day in between daygame sessions. I was in quite a unique position where I was reading about things he would do on the street and then seeing it in action that very same day. I can verify that he does indeed still do all of the things he says he does in this book, except for the dating and bedroom stuff, we’re not THAT close. I recall walking down Arbat street with Ricky Roma and Krauser was walking ahead of us, he started shadow boxing and Ricky and I looked at each other before packing up laughing. But then Krauser got an IOI from a cute girl, he proceeded to open the girl and he might have even got her number.

We had a couple of feedback sessions, one in Moscow and then another in Kiev where we went through lots of notes I had scribbled down, I’m not sure how useful this process was for Nick, but he was kind enough to send me a free copy of the finished product at Christmas. It’s now April and I have finally finished it.

Why did it take me so long to read?

There are various reasons – I’d already read most of it during the test read, I’m quite a slow reader and the book is not designed to be a page turner, it’s a reference book. I’ve also been a rather busy boy with work, chasing skirt and changing circumstances in my own life. But enough about me…

What did I think of the finished product?

Five word summary: It’s a fucking great book.

Longer Summary;

You can tell that Uncle Nick has put a lot of effort in to this. As with most of his work it is very well written, he manages to keep what is fairly technical and dry content entertaining to read with good use of metaphors, analogies, intellectual mastery and humour. The layout of the book is a step above Mastery and the colour adds another dimension, it looks and feels like a quality product.

The aim of the book is to take an intermediate daygamer and orient him towards becoming “advanced”. Many people have different definitions of what an advanced daygamer is, some do it by notch count, others by number of approaches and others by the number of years in the game. Krauser says to be advanced you should have already mastered the mechanics of the skill set and be ready to take the next step.

He is now ready to move on from having mastered someone else’s art and to begin creating his own.

By Krauser’s own definition, you should be free-styling and coming up with your own material. So surely you shouldn’t need to read a book to tell you how to become “advanced”?

The best way to answer that question will be to go through each chapter and highlight the parts that I found the most interesting which I could perhaps apply to my own game, this blog is all about me, after all. Let’s dive in…

Section 1: Introduction

As with all good introductions, this chapter sets the scene well – explaining what distinguishes this book from his last hardback before explaining what the cornerstone of advanced daygame is: Vibe. You may be thinking, that sounds like something Yad would say, and you’d be right, but not once has Yad ever even attempted to explain (as far as I’m aware) how to culminate and nurture this illusive thing that they call, vibe.

He moves on to say a little on what he believes to be the key concepts of game, namely;


  • SMV
  • Forebrain/Hindbrain
  • Yes/No/Maybe Girls
  • Red/Amber/Green
  • r/k selection

Having whet the readers appetite with all this he gets stuck into the meaty stuff…

Section 2: Players World

Krauser sets out to rewire your brain so that you have a healthier mindset which will in turn make your daygame more enjoyable and hopefully increase your success on the streets. He opens with an in-depth analysis of r/K and advises against the perils of going full r and the impact it will have on your friendships. This is very good advice, I have seen a few guys I know go off the rails a bit when going full r.

He tells the reader how to identify and overcome addiction to daygame. I am guilty as charged when it comes to having periods of addiction. It’s ok if this happens at the beginning during your immersion period, but you will become a vacuous person if daygame is all that you think, do and talk about.

The most interesting concept for me was “Your notch count doesn’t exist“. I couldn’t help but feel triggered while reading this, I count every approach, never mind every notch and proudly display it on my blog for the world to see. This is an ego trap according to K and again he is right. We all have an ego and if you don’t realise this you are probably a sociopath. Every time one of your wings sends you a +1 message your immediate reaction is – Bastard! – before texting him congratulations, this is your ego being butt-hurt that your wing is banging more birds than you, it’s natural.

The importance of inner game is something which is not spoken about enough in the community and some coaches even actively discourage it instead choosing to fill our heads with mantra such as “the game is played infield” and “embrace the grind”. Krauser instead proposes that introspection-led inner game is essential and I couldn’t agree more. He explains how the danger of not introspecting can lead to becoming a full-blown narcissist and I was impressed that he avoided the temptation to name any names (in this section or throughout the book).

Section 3: Vibe

Nurturing vibe is still a personal weak spot. I’m generally a happy chappy but I frequently abuse my body on Eurojaunts with too much booze, cigarettes and not enough sleep. I still get results, but just imagine if I had even better vibe!

This chapter introduces three great metaphors; the daygame river, the birdsong and the Inca Trail.

The daygame river metaphor suggests that we should go with the flow and not try to swim against it. If there are no sets, there are no sets, so be it. It shouldn’t dictate your mood and you should not get upset that you haven’t hit your 10 sets for the day. This is great advice and something that I have taken on board since reading this book. I walked around Melbourne plenty of times without ever doing a set and I didn’t blame myself.

The birdsong is an r/k based metaphor where the k selected male birds build nests in the hope of luring a female mate. The r selected bird sings a song and lures the female out of their nest to bang them without having provided any other value. The advanced daygamer should be perfecting his birdsong.

The Inca Trail metaphor surmises that no-one ever remembers the tour guide, they remember the place and the experience of being there. A player should be letting the girl experience good game and providing her with adventure sex.

Krauser is an advocate of daygaming with a wing which was interesting for me to find out initially as most coaches say that daygame is a solo sport. In his Wing Work section he explains the many advantages of having a good wing and how to spot a bad wing. Having had plenty of both in the past I found myself nodding along to pretty much all of the advice given.

Section 4: Pre-Approach


In this chapter Krauser gives the reader many tips and tricks on how to stay in the vibe sweet spot, he tells you how to calibrate, how to take advantage of individual types of girls more suited to you, how to spot signals they transmit and how to get girls to give you IOI’s. However, the most important takeaway from this chapter is Calibration. There are far too many uncalibrated monkeys running around the Eastern European hotspots and spoiling the fun for the rest of us with their creepy uncalibrated approaches.

Perhaps the one phrase that sticks out most in the memory from last Summer’s jaunting was;

Well tha wez a victory fuh calibration!

Krauser would say this to me almost directly after either one of us was just blown out by a low probability girl.  I’d heard of calibration before this, but winging with Krauser and watching how he calibrated hammered this point home, it is crucial if you don’t want to burn a city and burn yourself out in the process.


Section 5: Street

Krauser keeps this section short on purpose and focuses on one thing –  triggering girls’ excitement mode. I breezed quickly through it as I pretty much do everything he explains already and have seen him do it many times over. One thing that I could perhaps add to my game is more physical dominance in set.

There’s a nice little interlude in this chapter where he uses the movie Groundhog day as a metaphor for purgatory and how it is analogous to the players journey. I thought that was very clever.

Section 6: Messaging

I hate texting girls, I’m still not great at it and I really hate it when other guys ask me for texting advice. I am a big believer in the mantra that if the set is good enough, the texting shouldn’t matter. I was very impressed by K’s mad skillz throughout this rather chunky chapter but at the same time I couldn’t help but find it all a little bit dull. This is not a criticism to K, if I don’t enjoy texting my own girls, I’m most certainly not going to enjoy reading other PUA’s exchanges. But I did and this is what I learnt about myself;

  • I rely way too much on having a good set
  • I’m not sure I could ever be arsed putting as much effort into texting as K seems to
  • I could keep more leads if I adopted K’s methods

K takes the reader through the various stages of texting and gives lots of examples of how he got a number of different girls in different situations out on dates and ultimately into the bedroom. There is lots of gold in there but there is one central theme throughout – What does this tell me about where she is at? By this K means at what point along the seduction dance is she at. This is what you should always be thinking when texting a girl and you should know your next move when you’ve figured it out.

I will promise to try to be more arsed about texting girls from now on.

Section 7: Dating Deconstructed

This is the biggest chapter in the book and in it K goes to great lengths to fill what is largely a gap in the market. There is plenty of material out there on approaching, but nowhere near as much on dating.

He explains how you should structure your dates depending on both yours and her circumstances, how to be dominant, how to filter girls over coffee dates and how to run an evening date.

By far the most useful part of this chapter for me was the coffee filter date. This is something I had never really done before and hadn’t even thought about until reading it in infinite the first time round.

There is also a great little section within this chapter called How to tell a DHV story. The main principle being that all good stories should have an intention plus an obstacle. When you tell a girl a story on a date you should be doing so whilst weaving in your own DHV’s.

One thing which K mentions is that all of his dates are run on auto-pilot and that’s the way yours should be too. You shouldn’t be thinking “what does it say in infinite on page 301 about what to do in this situation?!” whilst sat on a date. I couldn’t agree more with this and unfortunately this only comes with practice. However, this chapter is still very useful as to monitor his decision making and general tactics used, everything else should be your own.

Section 8: Bubble Bursting

We’ve all been there when we’ve been on a date with a girl, you think it’s gone tremendously well, you send her a message after the date and she appears to fall off the face of the earth. In this chapter K attempts to show you how to avoid this and how to keep her on the straight and narrow path towards your bedroom. As K shows through the medium of many examples, this is not always straightforward and there may be obstacles to overcome e.g. logistics, timing, maybe she needs more comfort, maybe she needs more excitement or maybe, God forbid, she’s just not into you. In all but the last obstacle, K guides you along the path to keeping them on the path to you putting your D in her V. Good lad.

Section 9: The Close Date

This is quite a short chapter as most of the work has already been done by this point. It details how to tell if it’s a close date, how to recognise the moment she’s decided to sleep with you – the Switch and how to take her home.

There is one example in this chapter called how to wear a girl down over time in which K displays the patience of a patron saint to bang a girl who he had overcooked on a date a few months prior. This is a lead I would have (and probably still would) binned but K has shown that a little message here and there to a girl doesn’t cost you anything and you may even get laid for sheer persistence alone.

Section 10: Bedroom

In this chapter K encourages the reader to learn Brazilian Jiu Jitsu as a means towards dominating a girl in the sack. He explains a few moves that I found confusing to follow if I’m honest, but I won’t be losing any sleep over not following. I do just fine in the bedroom.

But, it is refreshing to see some guidance as again, this is an area that no-one in the community really talks about. If you portray yourself as the dominant, adventure sex guy then you need to be able to back that shit up.




Krauser set out to do something that I thought wasn’t possible; to teach someone how to be “advanced”. His own definition of an advanced daygamer is someone who is free-styling and creating their own new material. This book does a great job of trying to sort out your inner game as much as possible in order to make that stage seem more achievable. It is easily the most in depth piece of writing when it comes to doing everything apart from the actual daygame itself.

For large parts of the book I found myself nodding along in agreement, as if he hadn’t really said anything new. Maybe I’m already “advanced” or maybe Krauser’s style of writing is just so good that it all seems like common sense when he explains it in such a manner that you can’t disagree.

I would recommned this book to any daygamer, it most certainly won’t do you any harm if you’re fairly new to it and it will do you a lot of good if you’re already at intermediate level.

I for one think that Krauser has achieved his objective of leaving a lasting legacy on the daygame community. A job very well done.


Lay Report: Say no to hunting

Kinda like this accept her face had a bit of acne – so, not this hot.

I’ve been in Manchester for some weeks now and have opened 20 sets spread across 7 sessions, those numbers alone should tell you what I think of the quality here. I banged one of those 20 girls last night and it was relatively easy. Here’s the story…

I was walking down Market Street with the Cheshire Cat Sunday past. We had just met up and were doing our first lap of Manchester’s only decent strip for daygame. I was nursing a hangover from the previous evenings shenanigans but rather than feel lethargic and sorry for myself, I was EXTRA horny.

Cheshire was chortling on about something in my ear before he completely changed tack and said something along the lines of “Look at the legs on that thing over there!”

I glanced in that direction and saw a little brown girl with short black hair, a nose piercing, a blue denim jacket, a black t-shirt with a deep V showing off quite an impressive cleavage, bright yellow short shorts (it was around 12 degrees) and black booted high heels. I instantly decided “ratbag – would bang” and made chase to begin my first set of the day.

I found out she was Indian, here to study a masters in Physics, had been here 6 months and was in a hurry to meet some girlfriends for brunch. I quickly told her my situation to bed it down before taking her number. She was a high 6 at best but I really wanted to bang her. The set lasted a little over a minute but I knew it was solid as I walked back to CC.

I text her later that evening and set up a date for the following Wednesday, the meeting point would be the Central Library at 7pm.

We both arrived on time, except she went to a completely different library. She apologised and made her way to me around 20 minutes later. She showed up looking more conservative than when I met her in tight jeans, the same black t-shirt, a puffy hooded jacket and had a backpack on her back.

Oh, have you come straight from the library? I asked.

No, I am going to the library after this, I can only stay for one drink

Oh, why?

I have a huge deadline coming up and I haven’t done any studying today

WHAT THE FUCK?! I concealed my rage and walked us to the nearest pub. It was strangely very busy for a Wednesday night and she struggled to find us seats as I got the drinks in. We sat on stools opposite each other perched on the end of another groups long table.

We went through the comfort fluff, I found out she was 23 and liked going clubbing on the weekends. She loved animals and challenged me with;

What do you think of hunting and killing animals in general? I will judge you on this

I gave her a look as if to say “Really?”. My mind again turned to an infamous quote from a good friend of Ricky Roma and Mr White ;

You’re not hot enough to be this difficult!

I went into quite a long monologue along the lines of;

I’ve never been hunting, but I don’t have anything against it, we’re all animals and we all die some way or another… But I’m not into foxes, or dear, I’d imagine the meat is too tough. There’s nothing I love more than a big juicy steak, a fillet or a ribeye are my favourites, especially the grass fed ones, you know the Tesco finest ones? I’m sure those cows lived in a nice environment, ate the best grass and mooed to their big cow hearts were content before being electrocuted to death humanely.

I could almost see steam coming out of her ears.

I can’t believe you, I love animals and hate hunting, I even went to a protest the other day

She started showing me pictures on her phone of her with a placard saying “Say no to hunting.”

I admire your passion. Said me before quickly changing the subject.

She kept looking at her phone on the table throughout the first venue which was beginning to piss me off.

Do you always play on your phone when you meet a man for a date?

Oh no, sorry, it’s just my friend who I’m meeting after this at the library, she keeps messaging me

Tell her you’re busy and you’ll text her later.

She put her phone away. We left the venue and I walked us in the direction of another bar nearby. We sat on a couch beside each other and she got the drinks in.

I can’t quite remember how it happened but as I sat there in silence looking around the venue, she asked me;

What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so grumpy?

I took a big sip of my beer…

Nothing, I’m going to go home after this beer, I have work in the morning

I’ve been on lots of great dates and this is going to go down as the worst one

Ok, well if you really want to know. I think you should have told me before we met that you were going to the library after. In fact, you should have cancelled and met me another time.

Well, I thought I could meet you for an hour and maybe meet you again another time. What’s the issue?

I had assumed in my head that I was going to bang her on the first date, I wasn’t in the mood for all these obstacles and I really couldn’t be arsed with them. I decided I should at least try and resuscitate this terminal date. I started poking her and asking her if she was ticklish. She started pushing me back and soon we were both giggling. I grabbed her chin and pulled her in for the kiss and she was all in.

I don’t live far from here, let’s go back to my place for a night cap then I’ll put you in an uber to the library.

She thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing. I pulled out my phone, ordered the uber and we were on the way back to my place.

I gave her a brief tour of the flat and moments later our clothes were off and she was screaming like a banshee as I banged her doggy style. I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me and she said when I kissed her in the second bar, the tension between us turned her on. Soon after this I ordered her an uber home, she never made it to the library.

There you go kids, if a bird is annoying you, act grumpy, tell her what she’s done to annoy you, tickle her, kiss her, take her home and then bang her. I’m sure all the top PUA’s will agree.

You can’t bang em’ all

Two girls, on a couch

Another Euro jaunt has come to an end and for the first time since my maiden daygame trip, Bucharest – August 2015, I didn’t get laid. This was not unexpected, the jaunt was only 4 nights long, but it’s still bloody annoying and has placed a little reality checking dent in my ego. Xants and I were discussing it over a couple of beers as we summarised our thoughts on Prague in the Palladium square on the last day and he put it to me rather succinctly.

I reckon you need 8 days to get laid on a jaunt, we’ve done that between us and one of us got laid, so it’s about right.

Krauser has just written a post on a related topic. Xants, in this case, is guy A and I have been in his position on previous trips. I know that my game isn’t bad and that I have been a little unlucky on this trip, I will continue to convince myself of this through the medium of this blog post and there is no better way to back up an argument than with a set of numbers which could be interpreted any which way you want…

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 Near Miss Lays
23 30.43% 8.70% 0.00% 0.00% 4.35% 17.39% 4.35% 0.00% 0.00%
7 2 0 0 1 4 1 0 0

I did 23 sets across 3 days of daygame. My first day was a classic number farm in which I did 15 sets closing 5 of them. My second day I only did 3 sets and 5 on the last day.

My close rate was fairly normal at 1 in 2.56. Of these 9 girls that gave me their details I went on one idate, four D1’s and a D2. That’s a total of 6 dates on a four night trip. This required a little bit of “air traffic control” to try and prioritise which girls I thought were more likely to put out. My overall date to lay ratio (since day 1) is 1 in 2.76. So statistically I was entitled to should have got at least two lays from this trip.

Conversely, my overall approach to lay ratio (since day 1) is 1 in 61.93. If I use this metric to predict how many notches I was due, I should have got laid 0.37 times. I love statistics. I got zero near misses (despite having 2 of the 6 girls on my bed and topless) and zero notches. Let’s go through the dates to analyse if and where I messed up…

A Turkish K-Girl

I opened a tiny little Turk on the first day of my number farm whilst Xants was on a date. She was dressed all in black with a big furry hood, was wearing a black leather backpack and carrying a selfie-stick. This is more stacking material than you can shake a selfie-stick at and of course I did just that.

It was around 7pm when I opened her and she had just arrived from Turkey for the weekend. I’d opened her just as she was having her maiden walk around the city and was walking towards Palladium mall to take herself for food. I was still in number farm mode so I told her to go get some food and we could meet for a drink after, so that’s what we did. I met her outside the mall again and walked us to a bar nearby where I ran the normal comfort fluff.

I’d found out fairly early on that she had just gotten out of a long term relationship and had not dated many guys, in fact I was the first guy she had met with that she didn’t know through friends or family. She’s 25 and works as an engineer in Istanbul. This girl was very cute and I’d but her comfortably in the 7 bracket.

After the first venue I took her to a shisha bar where I escalated and eventually got the kiss after she denied me the first 4 times. I knew that this girl would take a lot of dates if I was going to get laid and neither of us had time for this. I invited her back after we finished the shisha but she told me she doesn’t do this and it was her time of the month so couldn’t even if she did change her ways.

I met her again the next day, took her for food and then bounced her back to the flat straight after. I was surprised she agreed to come back, but only did so on the premise that “we would not be having sex.” I agreed to her request in the full knowledge that I would try to have sex with her anyway. She kissed and even let me take her top off but rejecting any further escalation. I lost patience pretty quickly as it was now almost 8:30pm and I had another date lined up.

I don’t think I did anything wrong in terms of how I ran the set and the dates with this girl, it just wasn’t going to happen this fast with her.

A Hungarian Frame Snatcher

I opened this one early on in the number farm. She didn’t accept my facebook request until the next day so I got her out that night after pinging her once my friend request had been accepted. She was Hungarian, blonde with pretty plain fashion and wore glasses, she was a low 7. I found out that she had arrived on the Friday with her brother and his wife and complained to me of feeling like a third wheel so she broke off on her own for a walk. I told her we should get a drink one of the evenings and she was keen.

On messenger I proposed that we meet at 9pm on the Saturday night so that I could have one more crack at the Turk who would leave on the Sunday. Immediately she tried to snatch the frame and proposed 8pm, I compromised at 8:30 and then she messaged me a picture of Old Town Square and asked if we could meet there. I hadn’t even met her and she had already snatched the frame twice.

I didn’t very much enjoy the date with her, she hit me with shit test after shit test and I let it irritate me a little which I think she could see. I squatted most of the tests away but eventually I reacted and told her “look, if you’re not having a good time I’m happy to leave, otherwise you must play nice”. She acquiesced but the atmosphere was now spoiled. I kissed her eventually before she announced that she doesn’t sleep with men on first dates “anymore” now that she was 26, she needed to be serious. I didn’t try very hard after and was happy to cut my losses.

I could have ran better game with this girl by not getting reactive to the barrage of shit tests, but in the infamous words of a friend of ours “she just wasn’t hot enough to be that difficult!”

A Wacky Harry Potter Fan

On my penultimate day of the trip the pressure was on. Xants had already been laid and had stopped doing sets as he would be spending his last night on a repeat with his notch. I walked around filtering for SDL’s which involved pouncing on any form of IOI. This girl gave me quite a strong one, looking in my direction twice as she was making her way past.

She was a short brunette with very plain fashion. She wore glasses and looked quite nerdy. I teased her about this and she lapped it up.

I met her that evening and she had put a bit of effort in wearing slightly more makeup than earlier and donning a cute little dress and tights. I took her to a coffee shop near my apartment and immediately she announced that she didn’t drink alcohol. Great.

After the coffee I took her to a restaurant next to our apartment because I was hungry. We played the questions game whilst I stuffed my face full of some rather tasty chicken noodles and washed it down with a nice pint of pivo. She had an ice cream.

Soon after this I bounced her to my apartment and she was surprisingly keen to come up. I still hadn’t kissed her. We sat on the couch and I put on some music turning it up as loud as possible in order to drown out any noise that might come from Xant’s crazy BDSM shit in the other room. I kissed her and removed her top whilst we were still in the lounge. She complained that she was cold so I moved her to the bedroom where it was warmer. It was around this time that she announced that she was a virgin (she even joked that she was only 16 – she wasn’t very funny) and that it was her time of the month. Super – smashing – great. I tried in vain for another hour or so, but she would not relent. I let her stay over only because I couldn’t be bothered to walk her to her bus stop and I didn’t want to pay for her uber as she wouldn’t put out. I tried again in the morning but my efforts were in vain.

I don’t think I did much wrong with this girl either – I acted on a big IOI, escalated her on the date but again she was very K and would simply take more dates. Fair enough.

A Hypergamous Minx

I opened this girl on my third and final day of approaching. As Xants and I were walking down the main strip we both saw a stunning little blonde minx walking towards us. She passed a group of guys and they all turned to watch her walk by and made noises along the line of “phhoooowar!”. I took this as my cue to open. She was about 5’4″, had a blue leather jacket on and tight white pants which showed off a very peach little arse. Unfortunately she walked straight into the Mango shop. I followed her in and waited until the security guy stopped gawping at her before I opened. The set went surprisingly well, she was very open. She was czech, a “photo model” and on closer inspection also had a cracking rack which was bursting out of a black top she wore under her jacket. This girl was a high 8 in my book. She was only in Prague for the weekend with a “friend” who was currently in a meeting so she had some free time. This was my cue to invite her for a coffee, she was hesitant. “Come on, it’s just over here, 10 minutes. I have to get back to my friend as well”. She followed.

We sat opposite each other on high stools inside TGI Fridays and both ordered double espressos. She quizzed me some more on what I was doing in Prague and I asked her what she thought of czech guys. She didn’t like them. I found out she was 27 and was from a small city just outside Prague, she only came into the big city for modelling. Moments later she told me she is actually seeing the “friend” she was waiting on and had been doing so for a few months. She still wasn’t sure if she liked him.

I suggested we go for a real drink and then her iphone X started ringing on the table in front of me, it was her “friend”. She made her excuses and we both went our separate ways, as we departed she said she’ll text me when she comes to London.

Again I don’t think I did much wrong with this set, she was just unavailable but obviously interested.

A Young Yemeni

This was a 30 second set on the Friday night. She was a very short girl with tanned skin and dark curly hair. As I stopped her she tried to keep walking but stopped momentarily once I finished my opener. Her eyes did a mini-spass and she told me that she was late to meet her friends. We exchanged numbers and I expected nothing to come of it.

I sent her the feeler a couple of hours later and she didn’t reply until the Sunday evening, my last in Prague. I pinged her on the Monday morning, the day I was leaving, on the off chance that she could meet for a coffee. To my surprise she agreed to meet.

I met her at 2pm and I’d have to leave for the airport a few hours after. I would have to pull hard if I was going to get the notch.

She arrived on time and looked very cute. I took her to the Starbucks in the palladium and got us a coffee as she got the seats. The conversation got fizzy very quickly. She asked me if I had ever taken hard drugs before admitting that when she met me she was high on coke. She liked to smoke, she liked to drink and loved crazy adventures. She was 18 and would soon be leaving Prague to go to Uni elsewhere. Inside I was thinking that it was in the bag! THEN she asked me how old I was before beginning the guessing game, she guessed 25 and gradually worked her way up. When I told her my real age I could see her deflate almost instantly, like a balloon with a small hole in it. Moments later she started playing on her phone and started making excuses as to why she had to leave straight after the coffee. That’s the joy of daygame, one moment you think the notch is in the bag, the next the girl can’t wait to get away from you.

We went our separate ways and I joined Xants for a beer in the square before he set off for his flight. I told him “I’m never telling an 18 year old my real age again!” I’ve found that in places such as Russia and Serbia that being older is a help more than a hindrance. It only seems to be Westernised girls that think it’s an issue.


It was a whirlwind trip, I knew I would have to get lucky, I didn’t. I had more emotional swings on this trip than I would on a normal trip purely down to having to pull hard and fast due to the short time frame.