It’s been a slow start to the year, I’ve only really done one solid weekend of daygame so far. Over that weekend I did 22 sets, closing 7, I have since dated three of these and banged one of them. The other two were right little challenging princesses and both have fallen off since. The girl last night was a breeze in comparison…
Two Sundays ago I was out daygaming and my good friend Xants even took a break from his value building hibernation period to join me. It was an unseasonably warm day out and the girls were stopping much easier than the previous days as a result, my vibe was also much better for the same said reason. It was around 5pm, I’d already done my sets for the day and picked up a few numbers. I was on my way home to get ready for a date with a hot little Moldovan I closed the previous day. I stopped off at Sainsburys to get wine and other supplies and ended with a big heavy orange bag of stuff. I’d underestimated the walk home, it was a good 25 minutes and the bag was bloody heavy, did I mention that?
As I pushed my way through the crowds switching the bag from my left hand to the right hand and back every 30 seconds or so I clocked a huge IOI off a little brown girl approaching me. I thought about it for a few seconds and as she got closer….
huh, me? – She looked around to see if I was talking to someone else.
Yes you! Excuse me this bag is heavy. – I put the bag down and nestled it between my legs. She stood there looking bemused.
Well, I saw you looking at me, looking at you. I was trying to decide if you were cute and you were so I thought I would say hello
HAHAHAHA, OMG that is soooo random. – This girl had clearly not been daygamed before, a rarity on Oxford street.
Turned out Elanor was from the Philippines (new flag!) and had recently moved to London for work. Elanor was about 5’3″ with long brown hair and wore a big green eskimo jacket, she had a pretty face with big brown eyes, a low 7. She’d just been for dinner with her friends and was about to head home. I could have idated her but I didn’t have time so I took her number, pinged her my name and went on my way. A few hours later she messaged me first (always a good sign) saying how random but cool it was meeting me like that. Touche.
Our logistics meant that I didn’t get her out until almost two weeks later. Elanor suggested meeting at 9.30pm last night, Thursday as she was working late and would be flying out of London the next morning. I agreed to meet her at Bond street station and didn’t have much confidence in getting the lay as we met quite far from my place and I figured she’d probably just want a quick drink and then head off to get ready for her flight.
She turned up on time and looked great, having put on a bit of make-up and wore sexier clothing. I definitely wanted to bang her.
I walked us to a pub around the corner called the Lamb and Flag. We had a couple of glasses of wine each in there as we went through the comfort fluff. For the first glass I sat opposite and the second I moved beside her on the couch. Elanor was full of nervous excitement and was always trying to crack a joke, none of them were funny but I told her I admired the fact that she was trying. I actually enjoyed hanging out with her and wasn’t too bothered if I didn’t take her home that night. Eventually I pulled her in for the kiss by pulling her right shoulder towards me, she pulled her head away hard “haha not so soon Irish man!”
A few minutes later, I pulled her neck towards me and she thrust her tongue down my throat hard. That was the switch right there and I knew it was on.
As we got toward the end of the second glass it was around 10:45pm and most places were closing. We left the bar and I started walking her in the direction of my apartment, it was a good 15 minute walk away.
Where are we going?
I know a nice place up here that should still be open. – I knew nowhere was open.
As we walked I talked nonsense, most of which I can’t remember and before we knew it we were at my front door just after 11pm.
Oh, look I live here. Come in for one more glass of wine and then you can uber home.
I don’t know, I have to be up at 6am.
In she came. She took her shoes off without being asked as we entered the apartment. I took mine off too and poured us both a glass of wine. She walked past my bedroom door as I was in the kitchen and shouted “is this your bedroom?” I told her it was and to make herself comfortable.
When I joined her in the bedroom she was sat on my bed, I sat at my desk and put on some music. We chatted for a couple of minutes, I then joined her on the bed and pulled her in for a kiss. Moments later all our clothes were off and I was banging her raw-dog.
She stayed until around midnight before ordering her own uber home.
So easy. I agree that daygame is harder in winter, but there will always be yes girls out there.
What a year it has been, so much has happened that I barely know where to start. The start is normally a good place but that is probably the most boring way to tell a story. Instead, I will attempt to do this post like all the new TV Series  do – start at the end and then back fill the rest. Yeah, that sounds like fun, here we go!..
I ended the year with a total notch count of 25, my best to date. 18 of these were from 566 daygame sets – 1 in 31.44. In my 2017 review I wrote – My approach to lay ratio was 1 in 51.88. The pro’s say advanced daygamers should be aiming for 1 in 30. Guess I still have a ways to go. Seems like I’m getting there. Let’s give the stats the full treatment in comparison to 2017, as ever, these are daygame only;
I did 316 less approaches in 2018 yet got one more notch than 2017, a significant increase in efficiency. So how did I do this? The short answer is, I don’t know, these things just improve with practice. But I’ll attempt to flesh it out.
There was never a conscious decision to open less, it just happened. One explanation could be that my calibration improved significantly. I had a much better of idea of what looked like a good set, even if all the usual pre-approach signals were bad – walking fast, looking grumpy, no hip sway, looks like she’s waiting for a date – I’d think, Ignore all that, she’s horny, GO IN, and more often than not, I was right. Krauser calls this your spider sense and it improves with practice – lots of it .
Another could be that the sets themselves improved. If there was one moment in 2018 when I realised, Hang on, I’m pretty good at this daygame stuff, it was in Belgrade the first time with Krauser. He was coaching a student one day so I went out for a solo session. Whilst I was mid-set I noticed him and his student appear over the girls shoulder… I continued my prattle on auto-pilot and I could hear Nick saying things to his student like “look how relaxed he is, completely loose, fractionating on and off with the eyes, the smile… oh oh, did you see how he just touched her forearm and she just took it, natural touch, not creepy…” and on and on. After the set I walked over to them and Nicks student was in awe “really impressive stuff man!” I said thanks and never thought much of it at the time.
There was no drop in work rate. I went out just as much, if not more than I did in 2017. The biggest difference was that I didn’t mind if I didn’t open. I never had a goal per session of x number of sets. I averaged 4.01 sets per session, in 2017 it was 5.13 per session. In 2018 I went out many times and didn’t do a single approach, this was especially true in Australia where the quality was generally terrible, and I never felt bad about it. Krauser calls this the river and advises that it’s never a good idea to swim upstream i.e. if there are no sets you don’t need to start opening sub-standard sets just to make up the numbers, so I didn’t.
My close rate (numbers and social media) improved from 1 in 3.2 down to 1 in 2.67. I took more social media this year and these are never strong leads. However, I still I banged two girls this way and dated 13 others. But numbers are always king.
Flakes reduced significantly, again, I put this down to better calibration and better sets.
Date flakes also came down, I put this down to not going to Moscow, where almost all of my date flakes came from in 2017.
Idates and dates came down slightly but are higher as a percentage, again this is due to doing less but better sets. This year is the first year I tracked second, third and fourth dates… I even had some fifth, sixth and SEVENTH dates.
Less near misses this year, but a higher percentage.
I got one more SDL than last year, everyone loves an SDL. The most of dramatic of which came in Prague when I went to visit another girl and she ghosted me. That was fun.
The most important stat of them all is of course the number of lays. This came from a date to lay ratio of 1 in 2.166, down from 1 in 2.65 last year. In 2018 I found myself doing less routines on dates. In the beginning I had a check list of things to do stored on my phone and I’d always check through it when I went to the bathroom. I never do this any more and I almost never play the questions game. Nowadays I am a lot better at figuring out where the girl is at, whether it be by her body language or the things she says and I act accordingly.
As mentioned in previous blog posts, I spent the first three months of the year in Melbourne. I really enjoyed my time there, but it is a hell hole for daygame. Despite this I got laid a few times and met one girl I really, really like, but didn’t bang. We’re still in touch frequently and she’s even talking about coming to visit me in London.
At the end of March my job asked me if I would like to stay in Melbourne for a couple of years, I politely declined citing reasons such as, I didn’t like the time difference and the beer was too expensive. All of these reasons were true, but I decided against telling them that the daygame was terrible there.
Back to Manchester I went. I worked and did daygame there for about a month or so and during that time I was headhunted by another company. They wanted me to join them as a contractor for more than double my salary, and more importantly I could be based in London. I thought about it for around three seconds and then handed in my notice. I left mid-April and wouldn’t start the new position until July. If only there was something fun to do between the months of April and July? I couldn’t think of anything, so I went on a two- and a-bit month Eurojaunt.
Whilst I was away Ricky Roma, Mr S and myself decided to get a place together in London upon my return. They did all the leg work whilst I was swanning round Eastern Europe and found a great apartment in central London for a reasonable price. Well done boys.
The apartment has been great fun and 99% of the time we get along great. There have been a couple of little spats between Mr S and myself. We’re both good at game and engaged in silly little competitions which led to some arguments. I guess this is to be expected. Next year there will be no such competitions, it’s not healthy and the only competition should be with yourself.
2018 saw me daygame in 10 different cities (London, Melbourne, Manchester, Prague (Twice), Belgrade (twice), Budapest, Krakow, Saint Petersburg (twice), Warsaw and Cape Town ). Whilst this was fun, I lost a lot of leads because I couldn’t stick around. This year I plan to do much less cities and more repeat trips to my favourite locations.
Now to the girls, all 25 of them in chronological order;
I met some very special girls this year. The best in bed was undoubtedly the Saudi. I’ve upgraded her to a 7.99 as other friends have looked at pictures of her since I wrote the blog post and told me she was an 8. Unfortunately, she is back Saudi now and I will not risk being arrested by going to visit her. The cute Russian was the one I enjoyed hanging out with the most – she had a lot of banter and I will see her in the future if she doesn’t get boyfriended up. The Tattoed Russian also gets an honourable mention – she was both great in bed and a pleasure to spend time with.
Towards the end of the year the apathy was starting to set it. It had been a long one and I went through a lot of girls. As was probably apparent in my posts, I was getting fed up. I would frequently think about two things;
What is the point of all this?
What is my endgame?
The point is obviously to meet and have sex with new girls as we are apparently biologically programmed to do as males. I really enjoy meeting new girls on the street and dating them, the chase, it’s great fun. But then you bang them and then what?
In my earlier days I would bask in the glory of a new notch for almost a week. Now that glorious feeling lasts around 5 minutes. I wrote a drunken tweet  about feeling empty inside after a recent notch. I didn’t mean it in the literal sense. I am grateful to lead a life that most men would be jealous of; I have a good job, I have great friends most of which I’ve met through daygame, I travel a lot every year and meet some amazing women. The glass of life is certainly half full. What I meant was that the same buzz isn’t there anymore. I don’t get the same satisfaction as I used to from banging a new girl.
It’s a real dilemma – I am starting to enjoy the chase more than the catch. I consulted Uncle Nick about this hoping that he would say “ah just turn to page 323 of Daygame Infinite, it’s all in there mate”. But he didn’t. Instead he said these sobering words… “I certainly understand. I don’t have a solution, but I have an intimate awareness of the problem”. AH BALLS.
And so to endgame. How can one check out in the full knowledge that the urge will always be there to open (and have a 50-50 chance of closing) the next hot girl you see walking down the street?
I’ve decided I’m not going to tackle this conundrum just yet. I will carry on living in depravity and banging as many women as I can along the way. However, I’ll be paying more attention to the red flags for long term partners. I’ll keep a list of girls who qualify as girlfriend/wife material and attempt to keep in touch with them. This may mean that I end up with less crazy girls in the sack and consequently less girls in total and that’s fine by me. Eventually I’ll pick one of the best ones for a girlfriend which will hopefully turn into a wife and kid or two, maybe even a pug as well. I’ll live in a countryside cottage miles away from civilization to avoid any form of temptation and grow my own vegetables. But I’m getting ahead of myself, there’s still plenty in the tank yet and plenty more girls out there to be approached.
All the best for 2019, players.
 Referring specifically to The Sinner on Netflix.