I’ve been back in London for just over a month and it has been eventful to say the least. I’ve tried to get back into a healthy routine with better nutrition and more gym, however, booze has still played a large part. I’ve started a new job, which I almost got fired from due to sheer idiocy on my part (this may have something to do with the boozing). I’ve done some daygame and it has largely been terrible. 63 sets in total so far, 14 closes and two dates to nowhere from those leads. I went on another date to nowhere with a Serbian girl that I met on my most recent trip there, she bored me to tears with tales of her struggles to get a UK visa, I didn’t care, I just wanted to bang her and I think she picked up on this.
A couple of Sundays ago I was spring cleaning my old whatsapp chats and I got all the way down to March 2018. There was four girls that I closed when I was back in London for a couple of days between moving back from Australia and heading to Manchester. I read through the chats and realised that they were all keen and I was the one who stopped replying because of bad logistics on my part. I sent all four the exact same ping – “Hey trouble, Guess who’s back in town”.
4 out of 4 replied.
The first was a Romanian girl I closed on the street, she replied a few times but then ghosted when I invited her out.
The second was a lead from bar game, I got her out last week and banged her. She was English but her parents were from Hong Kong so she looked Asian. I had a great time with her and even had her around for a repeat. However, she was only a 6 and I probably won’t see her again, but a notch is a notch as they say.
The third was a very cute little English girl, 20 years old. She replied enthusiastically confirming a date for a Friday night. I thought it was on. However, when I pinged her on the Friday lunch time she replied quickly and then blocked me.
The fourth was a cute girl from Italy, here’s the story…
It was the most internationally celebrated day of the year – St. Patricks day, and I was out in London with the lads. I should have been jet-lagged having only got off the plane from Australia the previous day, but I was in great spirits. The quality of girls on the streets was much higher than what I’d become accustomed to in Melbourne, I was happy to see my mates and we’d had a couple of beers. It was around 10pm and most of the other lads had gone home so Xants and I decided to do a few laps of Leicester square and see if we could bounce a two-set or two into the casino. I saw a cute little girl with big pointy glasses and long black wavy hair walk towards me at a brisk pace. I peeled off from Xants and got in front. I can’t remember much about what was said only that she was Italian, lived in London studying biochemistry and was in a hurry to meet her friends. I took her number and off she went into the night.
After some texting back and forth I eventually got her out on Wednesday evening past. Giulia arrived a few minutes late looking hot in a figure hugging black dress, red lipstick and had nice legs on display. She was around 160cm tall – the perfect height for a girl in my opinion. Immediately she fell in to my frame, big smile, kiss on both cheeks and she latched onto my forearm as I led the way.
I walked her to Bok bar which is a nice pub in Marylebone where you can sit outside. We chatted about how we met and how exciting it was, she told me how she thought we would never meet again. Giulia was leaving town for good on Friday, she would spend her last night having a farewell party. The fact that she was spending her penultimate night with me was a good sign.
The conversation flowed and the drinks were soon finished, I bounced her to the next venue which I had pre-booked, an awesome little underground speakeasy. We sat on a big couch and she melted into it, hooking her knees up and leaning them against my leg as we played the questions game. Her first question was “why are you single?” and I told her the simplest answer “I haven’t found the right girl yet”… I babbled on for about 10 minutes on this subject. Her next question was
Do you talk to girls on the street often?
You weren’t the first, you probably won’t be the last, but I don’t do it all the time. I hate online dating and have had a few bad experiences with it. Nowadays, if I see a pretty girl, she looks in a good mood and most importantly I’M in a good mood, I’ll say hello. Someone has to be chivalrous in this modern age of tinder and love island bullshit.
Giulia was mesmerised and she told me that she loved my long answers, she probably knew that I’d had plenty of practice. We had two glasses of wine and spoke about all sorts before I eventually went for the kiss. There was no resistance, she was all in. I got the bill and said “let’s go”. I walked us to my front door, upon arrival I announced “I live here, let’s go in for one more glass of wine”. She agreed.
I took her straight to the bedroom and didn’t even bother giving her a tour of the flat. She kicked off her black plimsoles and lay on the couch with an expectant smile on her face. I poured the wine and picked up my guitar and blasted out Wonderwall, the hardest song to play on the guitar. She looked at me as I played as if to say “Will you just fuck me already?!”
I put the guitar down and put some music on, I walked over to her and she pounced on me. I had warmed her up so much that she was like a pressure cooker exploding when I eventually went for it. She pulled my top over my head as she frantically kissed me, I picked her up and threw her on the bed. All our clothes were off within seconds and she was sucking on my cock like it was as tasty as a twister ice lolly. She insisted I wore a condom but the sex was still great, I lasted an entire five minutes and she thanked me afterwards. “Wow, you’re really in good in bed!” She proclaimed. I wasn’t, I had got her so horny that even boring missionary would have satisfied this girl.
I rolled off and we cuddled for a few minutes, it was now around 11pm and I had work the next day. She wanted round two and I told her that I had no condoms left, which was the truth. I thought this would get me out of having to go again but Giulia enthusiastically announced “don’t worry, I have some in my bag!”. Great. We went again but I couldn’t cum. Moments later I lay there and yawned, she took the hint and said that she should get going. We got dressed and I walked her back to the tube. We both knew that we would probably never see each other again, but neither of us cared, we enjoyed each others company for one night. These type of nights are exactly the reason why I love daygame.