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|
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.