Lay Report: 18 y/o Cutie

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Similar, with bluer eyes and curly hair

I am currently on the last leg of my 2018 Eurojaunt with just under two weeks to go. I have been in this city for a week and it’s gotten off to a great start; the other day I banged a tight little 18-year-old pussy. Here’s the story…

It was Friday afternoon, and I was quite hung-over having arrived the previous evening and proceeding to get drunk with the latest motley crew (Nick, Ricky Roma, Mr Arr, Seven and Mr Arr’s friend). As Ricky and I took a walk towards the mall I saw a cute little blonde girl stuffing her face with a cookie in her left hand and a Starbucks coffee in her right hand. Neither of us had done a set yet so I looked at Ricky and he said “all yours”. She had blond curly hair, bright blue eyes, a full face with prominent cheekbones and big pink lips. She was dressed very casual – a hoody with a denim jacket, baggy jeans and some trainers. Jane was a solid 7.

I got in front and I have no recollection of what was said – I remember that she hooked fast asking where I was from, her English was good and I teased her about having cookie all over her face. I found out she was 18 and in her first year of Study as a lawyer and was from a little village far away. I’m assuming that I ran my usual stack and that I told her where I was from. At the end of the set she said that she had to go to the station to meet her dad and would be free after that. I proposed that we get a coffee later that day and she agreed.

I returned to Ricky with a grin on my face;

Think I’ve got a date later

Fuckin’ A

One hour later we met at the same spot. Jane had wiped the cookie crumbs from her face and had put a little bit of make-up on (she wasn’t wearing any when we met) but was still wearing the same clothes, she looked very cute. I had no real plan as to where I was taking her so we just started walking. We walked for about 30mins as we went through the comfort fluff, she told me about her recent travel and I told her mine. We sat down at a coffee shop and she told me about living in student halls and how she would be moving into her own apartment soon. It was all very civilised. As we finished our coffees I put the feelers out for a second date asking her if she liked to drink wine.

I like wine but I prefer whiskey

Great, lets meet another day and I’ll take you for a real drink

Sounds great

We agreed to meet the following Monday night at 8pm.

Jane did not disappoint

We met at a central metro station and she was a couple of minutes late. I got an instant boner when I saw her. Jane had done her hair, had more make-up on, and wore a green dress that showed off a little bit of cleavage and her long legs. She wore long black high heels that now made her taller than me. FUCK. I felt under-dressed (in jeans and a t-shirt as usual) and was nervous in her presence for the first few minutes, she had shot up to a solid 8.

We exchanged pleasantries and off we walked to a wine bar. When we got there it was full so I had to improvise another venue. We walked for another 10 minutes or so and the best place I could find was a dingy nightclub where we sat in the window. She was way over-dressed for the place so we had one quick drink in there as I started the questions game. I bounced us to another venue close to my apartment, which luckily was very dark inside and had couches at the back. This was much better.

I found out she had only ever had one boyfriend of 3 years and had been on a few dates to nowhere since then. Jane was a professional dancer as well as a law student. Her mother and father separated when she was very young (YES!), her father lives in the capital city, her mum in the village. Jane loves to travel and had been to America, Canada and Italy recently, it was her dream to travel to the UK and Ireland. Jane was embarrassed to tell me that she had won a beauty competition at her University and showed me pictures of her accepting the award. She looked stunning.

I was kinoing throughout the date and about 30mins into the second venue she said;

I’ve noticed that you are touching me a lot, but it’s the first time that someone else’s touch felt so comfortable. With other men it feels like they are pawing at me awkwardly.

Well it feels nice touching you, but be warned, my hands have a mind of their own, I don’t actually control them

Soon after this I went for the first kiss and she was all in. We finished the drinks and kissed again more passionately this time. I felt it was time to try for the bounce to the apartment. I got the check and told her that we should go for a walk. As we were walking I said;

I know a really cool place with free wine and a nice couch

Let me guess, it’s your apartment (Smart girl)

Correct! And look, we just happen to be right in front of the entrance

Hahaha, you are cunning like a fox

Thanks

I’m afraid I cannot do this

Just a quick drink, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable

No, I cannot

OK, no problem

We carried on walking and it was now almost midnight. The boys were texting me saying that they were going for drinks so I told her I would walk her back to the metro and then go join my friends. And that’s what I did.

I had pulled pretty hard on the first date and sensed that there was probably too much tension on the line. I pinged her on the Tuesday and invited her for an afternoon coffee date on Wednesday afternoon to get some more comfort in. She agreed.

We agreed to meet at 15:30 at the same metro station. I got there on time and she messaged me to say that she would be 15mins late. I told her to meet me at the coffee shop across the road. Again I was hungover so I ordered myself a double shot Americano as I waited for her. She arrived looking a lot more casual in a black coat and a black and white stripey boob tube, which showed off her flat-stomached mid-rif with some baggy trousers and trainers.

My vibe was very flat and I explained to her why it was so. As we got to the end of the coffees I asked what she was doing for the rest of the afternoon.

Oh, I thought I was spending it with you?

Well, I told my friends I would hang out with them after the coffee, unless you have something better in mind?

Well, my friends have invited me to their place to play board games, but I really don’t want to go

Sounds like loads of fun!

Maybe we can go for a walk instead?

I agreed and we walked for about an hour until we were way out of town. As we walked, we kissed, cuddled and took selfies together along the way. I announced that my old man legs were tired and that I was thirsty. She said she knew a nice rooftop coffee shop nearby. Up we went and had some coffee and cake, it was all very nice. We chatted and she told me how she found the 16-year age gap between us a bit strange. I told her that I loved the 16-year age gap and she giggled. We finished the coffee and got the metro back to the centre.

It was now around 8pm as we were about to depart the station. I told her;

You have two choices; 1. Come back to my place for a glass of wine or 2. I go meet up with my friends and we can meet another day

You know, I reeeeeally don’t want to go play board games

Wine it is then 

OK, OK, but promise I can leave when I want?

Of course.

Back she came, she took her shoes off and sat on the couch as I poured the wine and put some music on. We watched almost of all the flight of the concords album on youtube as she laughed her head off. I pulled her in for the kiss and she was very into it, it was on.

I moved her to the bedroom to give her a “massage” and after a few minutes I had her top off and was sucking on her nice little boobies. Soon after this she uttered the magic words;

Do you have protection?

Of course I do

The sex was great, probably my favourite bang this year. Jane had a fantastically tight, toned body and moaned loudly as I licked her clean asshole, spanked her hard and pulled hair as I banged her doggy style.

During the debrief I asked her when she had decided to have sex.

When my favourite song randomly came on your youtube playlist, I knew it was meant to be

Gotta love girl logic. At around midnight I ordered Jane an Uber home, she had mentioned that when she got the metro back after the first date every man was ogling and heckling her, further evidence that she looked very fucking hot. Jane is very sweet and I even banged her again last night, yes, me Roy Walker, doing a repeat. How times have changed.

 

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Belgrade – Part 2

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Guess where this girl is from?… Bulgaria, maybe you should go there.

Let’s pick up where I left off in part 1… I had excuses a plenty to return to Belgrade; I needed to collect most of my belongings, I had leads from part 1 to follow up and new ones to collect. This was great incentive to go back for another 10-day jaunt. The events of this trip are nowhere near as blurry as part 1. I shared a pad with Krauser this time and even though he nearly died from alcohol poisoning, I felt like I a monk on a pilgrimage compared to part 1. Here’s the story… it’s quite long…

After what turned out to be a successful trip to Budapest I got the bus back in the opposite direction early on a Monday morning. This bus ride was nowhere near as horrible as the bus on the way out. I wasn’t hung-over; I was well rested, had fresh clothes on and was excited to get back to my favourite city. After giving CC a manly hug goodbye, I jumped on the bus at around 10am and arrived back in Belgrade at 4pm.

Nick arrived earlier that day and was already checked into the apartment. The bus dropped me by Kalemegdan and I proceeded straight to the phone shop to get a new sim. I pinged Nick to see his whereabouts and he was lounging at Boutique 2 finishing some food. I joined and he was sitting there looking rather frazzled with Juggernaut. This is our Canadian friend who I mentioned in Part 1. Nick settled the bill and then let me into the apartment to unpack.

I had a quick shower, donned my daygame uniform and was eager to hit the streets at around 17:30, I went to ask Nick if he wanted to join and he was passed out sleeping on the couch. Solo it was then.

I took a walk down Knez from our apartment and decided to have a look around the Studenski area as lots of students would probably be finishing classes soon. Within minutes I saw my first set. She had bright bleached blonde hair, brown eyes and dark brown lipstick, she was slender but with a big arse and had some tattoos on her arm. She looked ratty and classy at the same time. My perfect woman.

I opened and ran a rather weak set [1], but it didn’t matter, she loved it and was more than happy to give the number. Fuck – it was great to be back in Belgrade. Nick awoke from his slumber and joined in the fun, we walked for about another hour. I was supposed to have a date that evening with a girl I flaked on on the last night of part 1 (for the cluster fuck 9). But she text an hour before saying that she wasn’t feeling well. Instead I joined the latest motley crew (Nick, his new resi student, his former resi student and juggernaut) for dinner at Boutique 1. As we sat there catching up I saw a cute little tanned Serbian girl walk quickly by our table, she was wearing a blue dress that showed off bronze legs and high heels. Up I got and made chase, she too loved it and another number went into the sausage machine. 2 from 2, I returned to the table with a smug look on my face.

This first day was more or less the blue print for the rest of the trip. Nick would be busy most of the day with his student, I’d go solo doing hardly any sets and closing nearly all of them and then join up with Nick in the evening. I was determined to number farm hard early in the trip but the most sets I did in the first 5 days was 4, meanwhile, there were others (I won’t name names, you know who you are) that were spamming the streets up something rotten doing 50+ sets a day. I got a couple of eye-rolls from girls and I blame these entirely on said spammers.

There were a few reasons for my lackadaisical approach;

  1. I already had a few irons in the fire – from the first trip
  2. I had quite a lot of dates on my first few days – on my second day I went on 3 dates and did no sets
  3. I’m getting pickier/more calibrated – this is not intentional, it’s just happening
  4. I didn’t actually need to do a lot of sets – I was getting solid leads

The Stats

Sets 32
Sessions 7
Sets per session 4.57
Number 15 46.88%
FB/Insta 6 18.75%
Flake 1 4.76%
Date Flake 2 9.52%
idate 1 3.13%
D1 7 21.88%
D2 1 3.13%
D3 2 6.25%
D4 1 3.13%
Near Miss 0 0.00%
Lays 1 3.13%
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in … 1.52
Approach to Lay… 1 in… 32

32 sets across 10 days, 3 of which I didn’t do any sets. That’s an average of 4.57 sets per day that I opened, or 3.2 per day spread across the entire trip. This the first time in all of my trips that I saw so many spammers daygamers in Belgrade at once. 5 or 6 of the guys I knew, but there was another 5 or 6 who I saw regularly approaching. Luckily, this didn’t hurt my daygame too much.

I got the contact details of 21 of the 32 girls, 1 in 1.52. My average for the year so far is 1 in 2.59 so this was quite the purple patch.

I went on 12 dates; 4 of these were with 3 girls from part 1, the rest were new girls. I only got one lay from all of these dates. I was frustrated; I had dates pretty much every night of the trip but a lot of the girls would not even kiss me. I would frequently complain about this to Nick, he told me these were first world player problems before offering a possible explanation (I’m paraphrasing) [2];

Your street game might actually be TOO good. I haven’t heard or watched all of your sets but what may be happening is that you are getting “no girls” out on dates just because they enjoyed the set so much.

As much as my ego would like to believe this was true, I’m not entirely convinced that it is. I may have been quite lucky to have the sort of success I have had on this and previous trips to Belgrade. It is a notoriously difficult city to get laid in – the girls are hot, they’ve probably been daygamed before, they have busy social and academic lives, they normally take a few dates to get the lay and they have more than enough local alpha men to take their pick from.

The Dates

Blondie (three dates)

As mentioned above, this was my first set of this trip. We went on the first date not long after. It went well, the usual two venues and tried to bounce. She wouldn’t come up. I walked her to a park near our apartment and we rode a seesaw – the only riding I would get that evening. I tried to kiss her multiple times and she gave me a sob story about how she regretted a ONS with another foreigner and didn’t want to go through that again. Fine. I met her for coffee one afternoon a few days later and didn’t do any escalation and sent her on her way. The third date was at the end of the trip. I took her for one drink, tried to escalate and she told me overtly that nothing was going to happen. I ended the date.

A very Serbian looking Serbian

This was my second set of the trip. I got her out a few days later and she was a right little princess. As we walked to the first venue she told me she had to leave to meet “friends” in a couple of hours. She was shit-testing throughout the date, I smashed most of them, but I don’t think she was ever actually interested in me, she just loved the attention. I willingly let her go to meet her friends. The next day I checked her instagram story, it looked like she went to drink wine with another guy. Whore.

A set I wasn’t going to do

Xants pushed me into this one. We were walking down to the University area on the first trip when I saw a hot young thing dressed in formal business wear. I expected her to blow me out instantly but she really enjoyed it. She studied law and also worked part-time in a law firm. She was in her final year and if she gets her grades will be moving to London soon. I flaked on her on the last night of my last trip. This time I met her on my second night back. We did two venues but she was very K, I didn’t even try to kiss her – I knew it would be too fast. We are still in almost daily contact on whatsapp and she has just text me that it looks like she will indeed be moving to London. Another long lead, I’m turning into Seven!

Two more dates with the cute K girl from part 1

I met her one evening after I had finished another date and I was starving. I asked her if she wanted food, she didn’t so she watched me eat a delicious submarine hippy burger whilst we caught up. She was still massively into me, lots of kino and there was lots of laughter. I liked her company but she still wouldn’t let me kiss her and my cold sore was gone now. WTF?!

I had planned to watch the champions league final with Nick and the lads on the Saturday evening. She pinged me asking what I was doing and more or less invited herself along. I figured I had nothing to lose, a bit of social proof may do the trick. She came along, sat there in silence for most of the game and then I took her for a drink close to my place. I escalated and again she refused to kiss. Fed up, I sent her on her way. A few days later she messaged me asking when we will meet again. After consulting with Nick, I more or less told her that I wouldn’t see her again unless she put out. She said, “Oh boy, ok, well it was a nice time with you”.

Coffee date with a hot young thing

I was winging with Vic Vega when I closed this girl. She was walking up Knez looking at a map on her phone and going back and forth as she struggled to figure it out. I opened assuming that she wasn’t from Belgrade. She was, it turns out she was just an idiot (I didn’t tell her that). It was a decent set, although she answered her phone twice during it leaving me standing there like a tool. Nevertheless, I took her instagram and got her out a few days later. The date was pretty much the same as the set. Her attention span was akin to that of a goldfish, changing topics often and frequently getting interrupted by messages and calls on her phone. She seemed like a nice girl, just a bit ditsy. Her friend arrived soon after the coffee and I was quite happy to let her go.

idate with feisty cat girl

I was winging with Nick and it was almost 10pm, we were about to call it a day and head to the Irish bar with the rest of the crew. Then a greyhoundy girl walked towards us with her black hair tied back and dressed head to toe in tight black clothing, a high 7 (I found out later she was 28, so was probably an 8 in her early 20’s). We were both having a good look at her and she was actually closer to Nick so I was expecting him to go in, but then she flashed me the IOI.

I opened, accused her of being a spy and ran the usual patter. She purred like a cat as I teased her and escalated on the street using her folded arms to draw things on with my fingers (I can’t remember what I was saying but I remember doing this). She was on so I bounced her to the Irish bar instead, sorry Nick.

We had one drink there and the conversation flowed, I bounced her to boutique 2, which was closer to my place. We sat inside on a couch and this is where I kissed her for the first time, she was an aggressive kisser, which I liked and I told her this. It was now almost midnight and she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to go home. She asked me if I’d like to see a rooftop bar nearby. I agreed. We sat on a couch and I had her legs across the top of mine, running my hands up and down from her ass to her calf and back, she had a magnificent body. We kissed quite a lot here and I was sure she was going to come back. We left at around 1am and I walked her towards my place. She asked where were going and I told her. “NO! I will call a taxi”. FUCK.

Off she went and I only had two nights left after this, both of which she was working a night shift. Hopefully I will see her again on a future trip.

Coffee with the girl from the double date in part 1

She was leaving to go on holidays the next day so I met her at 5pm hoping to move her from coffee to drinks afterwards. She thwarted my plans announcing that she was going to the gym at 7pm (that’s twice she’s done this). We had a coffee, I tried to kiss her and she said, “maybe next time you come back”.

Long legged Serb-Londoner

I opened this one around 9-10pm one evening. She passed in front of me at 90 degrees, there was no IOI but I got a good look at her, she was easily hot enough to open cold. She was in a hurry to meet friends, I found out she was from Belgrade but had been living in London for the last few years, when she found out I lived in London she was eager to give her number.

I got her out a couple of days later meeting her at 4pm as I had another date that evening (which also went nowhere). We did coffee, then a cocktail at the rooftop bar then I bounced her to the bar closest to my place. She refused to sit beside me saying that she liked her own space and also rebuffed the questions game. In hindsight I probably approached this date the wrong way, I was going for the notch when I didn’t need to. We’re still texting and she seems keen to meet when I get back to London.

Summary

It was another great trip to Belgrade and it makes me want to go back again and again and again. I mean, what’s the point in going anywhere else? But, as most of the spammers there probably learned – it is not a case of open, ?, get laid. You need skill and a good dash of luck.

 

[1] I’d recorded it and watched it back with Nick. His feedback – “your game’s alright in this set, nothing special, but she’s massively into you’.

[2] I’ve learned a lot from Uncle Nick both through osmosis and little tit-bits of advice he’s given me here and there. He’s actually a nice chap when you get to know him, don’t be fooled by his alpha horrible bastard PUA front.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

iDate Report: A Litany of Schoolboy Errors

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Her fashion was nothing like this, but the face/body is close.

I don’t normally publish date reports (I have many private ones), but in light of my recent failures theme I thought I would share with you all how I still retain a tremendous ability to monumentally fuck things up with a yes girl. Here’s the story…

With only a few days remaining in Krakow my motivation to open was quite low. I’m not sure if this was because I have been suffering from a little bit of burnout or because I was still recovering from a two day bender with friends a couple of days before. It was probably a bit of both.

But, at around 9:30pm last night I was doing my last lap from Florianska up towards the Galleria mall before calling it a day and going home to get an early night.

As I walked towards the underpass I was texting a friend. I put my phone away and caught a glimpse of girl that was just passing to my left. She had long brown shaggy hair, a big baggy shirt and an old fashioned dress underneath, she topped the look off with a pair of converse and a back pack. My spider sense tingled, I hadn’t seen her face, but it was worth a shot.

I got in front and she hooked instantly. I told her she looked very zen, like she’d just come out of a yoga class or something. Maggie giggled and said that she had actually just finished work, but she spent most of the day meditating whilst at work. She was very cute, a mid-to-high 7.

I commented on her fashion and told her that she looked very different – her shirt looked like she’d borrowed it from her dad and her dress looked like something the poor people wore in the cellars of the Titanic – she pulled it off well though. Maggie laughed again and told me that she buys all her clothes in thrift shops. She was loving it and we chatted for around 10 minutes. I found out that she had dropped out of University 6 months in because she wasn’t “feeling it”. Her plan now was to make as much money as possible for the next month before she would set off to hitch-hike around Europe.

Ah, so you are a lady of adventure

Yes, I love adventure! I’m so bored of life here.

This was my cue to invite her for a drink right there and then. She agreed and we walked to a bar close to the park.

We sat at an outdoor table on chairs at right angles to each other. I like to do this if possible on first venues. It gives the girl enough space whilst allowing you to kino and you can also look them dead in the eyes if you shuffle your chair a bit.

We both ordered beers and proceeded through the comfort fluff. I found out Maggie was 20 years old, she told me about how her family were not happy with her travel plans, how she loved animals, how she loved to meet new people and how she felt trapped. Krakow wasn’t big enough for her and there was so much else to see. I filled her in on my backstory and before we knew it we were finished the first drinks. There wasn’t one silence and the conversation was still flowing. It was now around 10:30pm and the bar we were at was closing.

Let’s go for another drink somewhere else

I actually want a cigarette. You have any?

I’ve left mine at home.

This was my first fuck up, I did actually leave them at home but, at this point I should have invited her back. Even though I hadn’t kissed her and we’d only had one drink, there was enough outlier vibes to take the leap of faith.

There’s a shop there, I’ll buy another box and we can go to another bar

OK, sounds good

I got a box of cigarettes and we each smoked one as we walked towards the main square. This was my second fuck up. I was walking in the opposite direction to my apartment, which coincidentally was my third fuck up in itself. I had a look around my area earlier that day and couldn’t find any good bars near my flat – I booked the room in a bit of a hurry and didn’t research my logistics properly. As we passed each bar I suggested we go in and she kept saying that she didn’t like the places. This was my fourth fuck up, I should have insisted that the place didn’t matter, it was the company. We eventually went to a cool little bar that was a fully TWENTY minute walk away from my apartment. We sat outside again at a table, this was my fifth fuck-up, I agreed to a venue that wasn’t suitable for escalation and was too far from my apartment.

By the time we sat down it was now around 11pm. We each got a bottle of craft beer and she told me that she had to be up really early for work. FUCK. She was wearing a ring with a stone on it. I tried to escalate by touching her hand and asking what it meant.

Oh I was at a festival recently, I met a guy, we had some fun and the next morning he gave me this as a souvenir

This was like rubbing salt in an open wound, she was basically telling me she’s highly promiscuous and that I was busy friend-zoning myself. Maggie carried on to tell me about how she enjoyed taking LSD, MDMA and had even tried Ayahuascha. This was my sixth fuck-up, I let her ramble on about this for about half an hour because I was genuinely interested in what she was saying and was enjoying the conversation too much. I wasn’t escalating. Soon after this she received a phone call, Maggie apologised before answering and when she hung up she told me that a friend would come to join us now. FFS.

She said I could stay or go, but she just wanted to speak with this friend as she hadn’t seen HIM in a long time and he would leave in the morning. This was my seventh fuck-up, I should have either got up and left or told her to tell him not to come. We carried on with normal chit-chat, this was my eighth fuck-up, I had about a 10 minute window before her friend arrived to at least TRY and kiss her, but I didn’t and he turned up. He turned out to be a nice chap, a bit chodey and was in his early 40’s and was another guy she had met at a festival, she probably banged him too.

He didn’t have a drink and just waited for us to finish ours. The three of us walked back towards the square. The dude said he was staying at another friends house, she was going back to her apartment that she shared with another guy, and I would go in a separate direction.

As we walked Maggie challenged us all to do forward rolls in the middle of the street, her friend did it straight away, then she tried and had obviously forgotten she was wearing a back-pack as she got stuck mid roll and her whole dress blew up to reveal a lacy black thong and a great little body. Her friend rushed to pull her dress back down. She got up and wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Maggie asked why I didn’t roll with them, I told her I’m not very flexible. It was all a bit weird.

As we walked Maggie continued to tell her friend the story of how her and I had met earlier that evening, she spoke in glowing terms, but her friend didn’t look impressed in the slightest. Soon after this we all went our separate ways and as I said goodbye to Maggie she said “Good luck in your future life”, despite me adding her on instagram earlier in the evening. Which probably means I won’t be getting her out again before I leave.

Conclusion

I was very conscious of all of the errors as I was making them. However, I was happy of the company as I had been solo for a couple of days and was frankly a bit bored. I thought I would still have a couple of more nights to finish the deal but it seems it won’t be so. Oh well, guess I’ll have to go back out and do it all over again.

 

 

 

 

 

Belgrade – Part 1

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Bottle game – no, I don’t.

I flew out to Belgrade at the end of April to properly kick-off the 2018 Euro-jaunt season. What better place to start? I would spend just over two weeks there after which I would take my pick of EE destinations, I intentionally kept my schedule flexible after regretting booking everything in advance in 2017. I’ll try to recap the main events – most of them are a bit hazy due to the copious amounts of alcohol consumed…

Xants and I touched down in the late afternoon after being delayed in Munich airport, we of course used this time to drink more beer in the airport bar. We were in good spirits and full of optimism for the trip ahead. This would be our third time returning, you can read about the others here and here.

Upon arrival we dropped our bags, had a quick freshen up and hit the streets. As I mentioned here, my first set ended up being my first notch of the trip. After the session we went for dinner with a motley crew of daygamers who happened to be in the city at the same time. These included Krauser, Oscar, juggernaut and Krausers’ Resi student who turned out to be a good guy from London. After this we did some bar game with an American fella who was living there and who also dabbles at daygame. It was a fun first day.

A few days later most of the motley crew had departed and Mr S arrived to lift both our spirits and our alcohol intake levels (Mr S is also Irish). We were having a laugh, the street game was not easy but we spurred each other on and in the end all three of us got laid. Maybe if the lads at citydaygame ever pull their fingers out, you could read about their triumphs as well.

Which brings me to the topic of failures – Someone tweeted at me recently that I never write about them. This is not intentional, I just tend not to dwell on them. If we all wallowed in our failure then there would never be any time for success. But believe me, I fail, a LOT. Now, if only I had some sort of real life statistical summary to assist in the analysis of my failures, Oh, hold on – here’s one I made earlier;

Sets 62
Number 16 25.81%
FB/Insta 9 14.52%
Flake 6 24.00%
Date Flake 0 0.00%
idate 2 3.23%
D1 5 8.06%
D2 1 1.61%
Near Miss 1 1.61%
Lays 2 3.23%
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in … 2.48
Approach to Lay… 1 in… 31

I opened 62 girls over the space of two weeks – banging two of them, so that’s 60 failures right away.

Even though I get more IOI’s in Belgrade than anywhere else I have been, I still get my fair share of blow-outs. Most of these were low-probability girls that were just too hot not to open. I don’t keep a count of the exact number of blowouts but I’d say about 1/3 of my sets were blow-outs. Either they weren’t into me or really were in a hurry.

Some of the girls had boyfriends and the rest gave contact details. This is where a lot of them dropped off. 6 of them didn’t reply to my feeler, a lot of girls were simply too busy with exams and the rest of I got out. I had 9 dates in total (including idates and one from night game) and all but two of them went nowhere…

Date Fails

idate with girl with boyfriend

I had an idate with a cute little blondie – we had one beer and I never saw her again. Most of her instagram stories show her cuddling a guy. So I’m assuming she was at the beginning of a relationship when I idated her.

Blonde balerina

I closed this girl on my 3rd day there and got her out shortly afterwards. She seemed very keen over messaging and I thought my odds of getting laid were high before the date. When she turned up I did not downgrade this assessment – she’d really made an effort. It was all down hill from there. She didn’t drink alcohol for health reasons – but assured me she loved getting drunk, she just couldn’t. We did two venues and she resisted all escalation. I lost patience after about 3 hours of this and sent her on her way. I pinged her the next day and she ghosted.

Two dates with a cute K girl

This girl had one of the best little bottoms I’d seen in Belgrade. She was 20 years old and I actually really liked hanging out with her. I took her out twice on the trip and she would not let me kiss her despite about 30 attempts over two dates. It was strange because she was accepting all kino and even reciprocating – she seemed really into me. I did have a persistent cold sore for most of the trip and she was a nurse so this may have been the reason she didn’t want to kiss. I kept her on as a long lead hoping to close her next time.

Near miss with a long lead 

Yes, you read that correctly, a long lead. This was a girl I closed on my first trip to Belgrade. I added her on instagram and never got her out, most of her pics were of her and a man who I assumed was her boyfriend. I pinged her upon arrival on the off chance that she’d reply. She was keen to come out. We got quite drunk together – I’d already been drinking during the day with the boys and turned up to the date half cut. This didn’t seem to matter so much. After a couple of drinks she was on my bed and we were very close to sex. I had her jeans off and was fingering her. But she freaked out and said she couldn’t do it. The next day she left the city for the rest of the summer. Maybe next time.

A double date from bar game

On the first night Xants and I did a two-set in a bar (not included in the stats above). His girl was a 6 at best, mine was cute, a low 7. They agreed to come out on a double date one evening. They met us at 7pm and despite drinking two beers each announced that they were going to the gym at 9pm. Serbian logic. We all had a nice chit chat, tried to escalate every now and then, but it went nowhere.

Cluster fuck of a date with a 9 – and her entourage

One afternoon early on in the trip Xants and I were fishing at Boutique. I saw a short young little fair haired girl walking very quickly towards Knez Mihailova and it was my turn to open. I got in front and she eye-spazzed as I delivered my opener. She touched me on both forearms and babbled something in Serbian. I assumed it was “I don’t speak English”. I got google translate out on my phone and we managed to have a short chat. She was in a hurry to meet friends so I took her number. It was an absolute pain in the ass to get her out. I would text her and she would reply days later. Eventually I got her out on my last night in Belgrade. A couple of hours before the date she text me to say that she would be bringing a friend. I wasn’t happy about it – but I thought “hot girls have hot friends, surely”. Xants agreed with my hypothesis and agreed to come along to keep her friend distracted.

Unfortunately for him, her friend was a heffer. We went to a swanky restaurant and eat steaks and drank red wine. I sat beside my girl and spoke to her mostly on google translate. Xants’ girl couldn’t speak much english either. So me and him would frequently confer in English right in front of the pair of them – mostly we were saying things like “this is going nowhere, need to isolate”. Then an hour or so in my girl tells me she needs to go outside. I asked why and she said her sister was coming with another friend. FFS.

I walked out with her and greeted her sister and her friend. She was almost as hot as my girl, I’d say a solid 8. There was also a young bloke with them – he looked about 18 – so, their age. I invited them both inside for a glass of wine (I’d ordered a litre of the house red). The young fella spoke good English so he sat to my right and the sister sat to Xant’s left. From this point onwards it was a complete cluster fuck. In hindsight I’m pretty sure the young fella was an orbiter chode working his hardest to prevent me from getting anywhere with my girl. Soon after the glass of wine we all finished up and off the four of them went leaving me and Xants wondering what the hell had just happened. We sat on and drank the remainder of the litre of wine before going outside – it was now around 11pm – and opening another two-set of 16 year old sisters. My target had riduclously large breasts for her tender years. We idated them and it too went nowhere. Afterwards we hit up the dive bar and got smashed with Mr S to top off what had been a successful trip despite all the failures.

The next morning I woke up late for my bus to Budapest which my airbnb landlord had organised. He let himself into our flat waking me one hour after I was supposed to be on the bus already.

Roy – you’ve missed the bus! Get your shit together and I’ll drive you to the airport, the bus is waiting there for you

I woke up, still in the clothes from the night before and quickly threw my shit in a bag and jumped in his car. I would realise upon arrival to Budapest that I had forgotten most of my belongings – i’m pretty sure I was still drunk when I packed. I frantically text the landlord upon realising my fuck up and he reassured me he would hang onto my stuff. It gave me a very good excuse to travel back after Budapest, not that I really needed one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lay Report: 21 y/o Curly Haired Serb

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For once, I found a picture that actually looks like her.

I bagged my 51st daygame notch on the penultimate night of my latest trip to Belgrade. The pressure was mounting and it was starting to look like I wouldn’t be getting laid in my favourite city for the first time. But then I did. Here’s the story…

It was a lazy Monday afternoon; around 30 degrees Celsius and most of the pretty girls seemed to be hiding from the sun, or lapping it up elsewhere. Nick had an afternoon date so I decided I would park myself up at a coffee shop and read my book as I waited for the temperature to drop.

One moment I was reading about how Luftwaffe commander Herman Göring (off his face on morphine at the time) made a balls up of Dunkirk – essentially grabbing defeat from the jaws of victory for the Germans in WW2. The next moment my spider sense tingled. I saw a dreamy girl float by at the top of my peripheral vision. I looked up from my book to get a better look. She was short, on the limit of my nice curves/too chubby cut-off point with big hips and a narrow waist, had dark black curly hair and strong facial features, she looked almost Persian, however I didn’t get a good look at her eyes as she was wearing those stupid metallic reflective lenses.

I let her pass and went back to my book thinking nothing of it. After a couple of coffees, a protein shake and about 50 pages of my book I decided to get up and go for a stroll. I only had three days left in Belgrade and had plenty of leads and not enough time to see them all. I had a date lined up for that very evening but I was starting to suspect that she would flake as she hadn’t replied to my lunch time ping. I was still happy to open sets, but I wouldn’t be throwing myself in front of any buses.

As I ambled up Knez Mihailova towards Hotel Moskva I saw a short girl with a backpack standing in the middle of the square playing on her phone. I opened and she seemed very keen. I went to take her number and she told me that she was only 16. I took her instagram and told her “maybe next year, little lady”. She seemed disappointed.

I walked around for another 30 minutes or so not seeing anything that took my fancy. Then I saw the same girl I noticed when I was at the coffee shop. She walked by me and there was no IOI but my spider sense tingled, again. I got in front.

Excuuuuse me, I have to tell you something a little bit cheeky, I saw you back there and I thought you looked really cute – I like these big black curly locks you have, they’re very 1950’s almost like Marilyn Monroe, except black.

She moved her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and looked me up and down with her big brown eyes before a smile broke out on her face.

Thank you, where are YOU from?

I’ll give you one guess

Look I’m really in a hurry, I like you, you seem nice, do you want my number?

Never sell past the yes, thought me. We exchanged numbers and off she went. The entire set was about thirty seconds long but I had a very good feeling about it.

As the evening progressed I still hadn’t heard from the girl I was supposed to meet that evening. I pinged Curly and she responded relatively quickly, so I thought I’d try to get her out that night. I wouldn’t normally move so fast, but I was running out of time and I knew she was keen despite the short set.

She proposed Tuesday, I already had two dates booked in so I postponed the late slot (I’d already had two dates with her and still hadn’t kissed her) and replaced her with Curly for the Tuesday night as I thought she was more on. Curly was insisting that nothing would happen but drinks and tried to grab the frame by deciding the meeting point. I responded to the first shit test humorously and conceded the frame to win the war on the second.

We arranged to meet on Tuesday at 8pm. I’d already had a couple of drinks on a time-waster date (I’ll write about this in my summary post) earlier that day so I was really hoping this one would not go the same way.

Curly was 20mins or so late but I could see she had made a hell of an effort and quickly forgave her. She had a bit more make-up on, wore a pink blouse, a black leather skirt and black high heels. Curly was a low 7, but she was trying her hardest this evening to bump herself up. I was in jeans and a t-shirt, as usual.

I walked her to a venue that was close to my apartment. It was a 10-minute walk, so I finished the rest of what would normally be my set as we walked. I told her where I was from, what I was doing in Belgrade and how long I would be staying for. She was disappointed to find out I’d be leaving in a couple of days.

I asked her if she’d like to sit inside or out, she chose the former. Curly parked herself on a couch and I sat to her left hand side. I got myself a large beer and she ordered a Krauser girl sized beer, we said “Zivelli” and she lit up a cigarette moments later. I love it when girls drink AND smoke; it massively increases the odds of a notch. We made our way through the comfort fluff and I dropped intermittent spikes throughout which she loved. I found out Curvy was 21 and lived with her older sister – her parents were divorced (YES!). She’d just finished a philosophy degree and now had no idea what she was going to do with her life.

I got a second round in, this time switching to G&T, she had a glass of wine and I ramped up the escalation with the questions game. Curvy told me how she gets approached all the time on Knez Mihailova, especially by groups of Indian men who would surround her and grope her whilst asking if she would like to go for dinner. She found my approach much more natural and liked my confidence. I didn’t tell her that it had taken me almost 4 years and over 3000 sets to get to that “natural” style.

Curly told me she only ever had one boyfriend who was also her only sexual partner. I asked her how she rated herself at kissing and she said 8.7. I told her I was a 10 and she smiled. It was now around 10:30pm and she was starting to get a little tipsy. Curly mentioned several times throughout the date that she wasn’t expecting to have this much fun on a first meeting, especially with such an old man (I was the oldest guy she’d been on a date with). I still hadn’t kissed her at this point when she told me that she had to meet her sister in an hour or so. This was my cue to pay the bill and start walking us towards my apartment. As we walked she asked where we were going…

A place around the corner with free wine and nice couches

Your place?

Yes.

OK, as long as you promise not to kill me.

I remembered I hadn’t pinged Nick to tell him we were coming back. I quickly text him “bouncing” as we were in the lift up to our floor. By the time we got inside the apartment he was still in the living room so I walked Curly to the kitchen and poured us some wine before taking her straight to my bedroom.

I put some music on and sat on a chair to take my shoes off, I told her to do the same as she sat on the couch. I moved across to sit beside her and moments later went in for the first kiss. She was all in. Unfortunately she wasn’t an 8.7 at kissing, maybe a 7 at best. I pulled away and she said…

I told you just drinks, you have not behaved like you said you would.

I said I would TRY to behave.

Moments later the clothes were off and she said the magic words – “do you have protection?”. No LMR whatsoever.

I slapped on the condom and blew my load within about 5 minutes. She didn’t seem too disappointed but the sex was pretty mediocre compared to my last girl, but I guess a notch is a notch.

During the debrief I asked her when she’d decided to have sex, she said as soon as she agreed to come up to the apartment. I ordered her the local equivalent of an uber moments later and she was out of the apartment by 23:20. I went to a bar to join Nick as he puffed on a cigar and sipped on rum to celebrate the completion of his latest book, Younger Hotter Tighter, I believe it’s called.

As I sat there sipping on the rum I couldn’t help but feel a little underwhelmed. I used to be ecstatic after a notch. Was my relentless notch count hyena finally abating? Possibly. But I think it was more to do with the fact that I don’t go to Belgrade to bang low 7’s, especially after being on multiple dates with 8’s and even a 9 (PUA adjudicated by Xants) in the same city. I guess I’ll have to go back for them.

Budapest: Final Thoughts

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Photo of random girls, somewhere, some time ago.

I was in Budapest for 8 nights recently and it was somewhat of a mixed bag…

It was a Sunday and I had just endured a horribly hungover 8 hour bus ride from Belgrade (I will do another post on that soon). However, when I stepped off the bus I was raring to go, I had the new city excitement.

I met up with the Cheshire Cat, dropped my stuff at the apartment, showered and went out for the maiden voyage at around 4pm. We caught up over some very expensive steak on Vaci street. As we sat there I saw a cute brunette glide by. I thought, no time like the present so I got up and opened her. She blew me out with a huge eye roll and a “NO THANKS!”. I wished her a nice day and went back to my table with my tail between my legs. It was a sign of things to come.

At the end of the first day, CC and I sat having a beer near our apartment. It was around 9pm and I was happy to have an early night. Then we both saw a tall girl dressed all in black walk by us with huge tits that were hanging out the side of her leotard like top – she was displaying lots of side boob and everyone was staring at her as she passed. I let her go. 10 minutes later, she walked by us again, this time in the other direction. I got a good look at her from the front and I got an instant boner. I got up, made chase and opened her down a dark street. She hooked instantly telling me how she was a historian and how she liked to show people around the city. She asked me if I’d like to go up to the castle with her and she would explain the history of the city. I agreed. She went home to freshen up, I returned to CC and finished my beer. 10 minutes later she returned. I thought the SDL was on, but it turned out to be a huge false positive. We walked around the castle grounds, I tried to kiss her multiple times and she was having none of it. I tried to bounce her to a bar, she was having none of it. At around midnight we went our separate ways and she did not respond to messages afterwards and I never saw her again. Whore.

The next three days were equally frustrating. I was averaging 15 sets a day mostly getting blow-outs and no hook-points, even off the girls I closed. The only girls that did hook had boyfriends. I honestly thought the city was trolling me. There was a steep drop in quality compared to Belgrade so getting bad responses from sub-par girls didn’t help my vibe much. But on the Wednesday afternoon things took an upswing, there were more girls on the street and the vibe in the city had changed. I started getting sticky leads and I began to relax, doing less, more calibrated sets. I got laid on the Thursday and then again on the Saturday. I liked the city all of a sudden.

Here are the numbers;

Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss Lays
48 0.00% 31.25% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 6.25% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 4.17%
8.00 0 15 0 0 0 3 0 0 0 0 2

None of the girls flaked, they all sent me responses, most of them were weak and a lot complained of being busy with exams. Interestingly, not one of the girls I opened had whatsapp, they all insisted on Instagram. This didn’t turn out to be a bad thing, if you have a good profile instagram can act as a powerful DHV.

I instagram closed just over 1 in every 3 sets, I only got 3 of these girls out on dates, thats 1 for every 5 closes and I banged two of them, that’s 1 notch for every 1.5 dates, or 1 notch per every 24 opens.

I didn’t get many, if any IOI’s in Budapest. I found that there wasn’t really any maybe girls for me, they were either no’s or yes’s. The two girls I banged clearly really liked me. One took a bit more effort to bang than the other but they were both yes girls.

Budapest as a city is a nice place to visit, there’s plenty of touristy things to do – which I didn’t do any of apart from on dates. Yes, I’m a philistine. However, I found the Hungarian people to generally be miserable bastards with no sense of humour. There were English stag-parties all over the place spamming up the vibe and the segway snakes did my bloody head in. As they wizzed by me I was always hoping for them to hit a pot hole and fall flat on their face. Unfortunately that never happened.

The nightlife is quite good, there are many bars around the Jewish quarter which makes it very conducive for bar/gutter game. I didn’t do that much of this, instead preferring to just get drunk most evenings with CC as I rued my decision to come to the city.

All things considered, I don’t think I would go back. I didn’t find there to be a high enough concentration of hot girls and it felt like the city was constantly tapping away at my vibe. Although I enjoyed my time there and had a laugh with CC, I was happy to get the bus out of there.

 

 

Lay Report: Horny Hungarian

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Add septum piercing.

Last night I bagged my 50th daygame notch and 34th flag. There was no fan fare or big boss to fight as a reward for completing another level, but it is a milestone nonetheless. It’s quite a good story though…

As mentioned in my previous lay report, the trip had been going pretty terribly up until the second half of last Wednesday. I opened this girl after spotting her in the queue ahead of me at a convenience shop. I had ploughed through almost 40 sets in Budapest since my arrival the previous Sunday up until this one good one. Let’s pick-up where I left off and fill in the blanks…

As I queued to pay I saw a really cute girl in line ahead of me. After we both made our purchases I opened her outside. She opened like a Christmas tree telling me of her love of all things Irish and how she even tried Irish dancing when she visited. I invited her out right there and then for the next evening (Thursday), she told me she’d already agreed to meet another guy for a date. Theres no way he can be as charming and handsome as me, I countered. She giggled, we exchanged Instagram’s and hopefully that will be a separate lay report of its own.

And so it is.

Sandra was just a little shorter than me and had long jet black hair tied up in a pony tail. She wore big pointy glasses and had her septum pierced. She wore a tight white t-shirt which showed off her flat mid-rif underneath a long black and white cardigan with baggy jeans that had mini-mouse stamps all over them. She looked different and I told her this when I opened her. Sandra was a solid 7.

I found out that she was a barista in a coffee shop, had been to Ireland a couple of times and was an avid Irish dancer. Sandra loved to dance, travel and drink beer, especially Guinness. It was like the Daygame Gods were rewarding me for my persistence through the previous days of hard slog. We had a lot in common and she seemed to have a good sense of humour. I was conscious that I only had a few days left in the city so I invited her out the next evening whilst I was in set. She told me that she had already agreed to meet another guy. I found it a bit strange that she would tell me this in set and it led me to believe that this girl had some R-selected traits – always a good indicator for fast sex.

The next day I sent her a photo ping and asked her how her day was. She replied a couple of hours later saying that she was really, really tired. I knew she had a date that night so I replied;

“You should get some rest tonight and I will take you for a drink at the weekend ;)”

It seemed she did just that, I had a look at her instagram story later that evening and she had put up a video of her at home watching cartoons.

We agreed to meet last night (Saturday) at 8.15pm for beers. I had had a horrible day up until that point and I wouldn’t have minded if she flaked on me. I got in the previous evening at around 2am and then was awoken at 7am the next morning by plumbers who were trying to repair the toilet in our apartment. On Friday afternoon our landlord came knocking on our door and told us we had to stop using the toilet in the flat immediately. She didn’t speak great English so she asked me to go downstairs to the coffee shop underneath with her. I thought “oh this is nice, she’s going to buy me a coffee”. She took me behind the counter of the coffee shop and opened a store room door to reveal a big hole in the roof and debris all over the floor.

Epic shit.
What remains of the toilet.

 

 

Pipes burst, flood, roof fall

Oh shit

Yes, we must replace pipes and toilet

How long will that take?

Not sure, a week, Monday earliest

Great – no toilet in the flat until the day I was due to leave. But enough about that, let’s get back to the girl.

I decided to meet her at 8:15 so that I could watch Manchester United vs. Chelsea in the FA Cup final. I watched the game and my team lost so I really wasn’t in the best of moods as I went to meet her.

I was a couple of minutes late and she was standing there waiting for me. Sandra had done her hair up into what I can only describe as a game of thrones like crown thing. I have no idea what it’s called, but it looked nice. Strangely everything else was casual, she wore a light-weight space grey hoody, a white t-shirt, baggy jeans and converse.

You look uhhm, nice – I was perplexed.

We exchanged pleasantries and I walked us to the same venue 1 that I took the previous girl to. The conversation was a bit awkward as we walked, she was very quiet and giving me one word answers so I resorted to commenting on everything that was going on around me to fill in the gaps. When we finally got to the bar it was completely dead. I got a round in and she chose the strongest beer on the menu. Good sign.

I’m glad it’s quiet in here, I’ll be able to hear you speak

Sorry I am being quiet, I’m just very nervous

Don’t worry, I’ll carry the conversation until you drink enough beer.

Sandra relaxed. We sat outside on a bench beside each other and she told me about her life in Budapest. I found out she was 24 and still had a normal family life, with mother and father still together. Her father had bought her an apartment in which she now lived alone. She told me more about her love for Irish dancing and how she won an award for being the best barista in Budapest the previous year. She told me about all her travels and I gave her some stories of my own. The conversation was finally flowing and Sandra was drinking her beer faster than me so we got another round in. Sandra also smoked a lot of cigarettes which always makes girls more likely to bang. I was pretty sure it was on.

After the second round was done I went to bounce her to the same rock bar right beside my apartment but it was packed with it being a Saturday night. I walked us to another venue 5 or so minutes away from the flat which was a fancy speakeasy. Sandra complained that the place was too fancy for her. You’ll be fine I countered.

I ordered us two old fashioned cocktails as we sat on a couch beside each other. I started the questions game and things got sexual very quickly.

What is your lucky number?

I don’t know, 7?

You’ve only had sex with 7 girls?!

Ooooooh that lucky number. I have no idea

I keep a list, mine is 14. You must have an idea.

Little did Sandra know that she was on track to be daygame notch number 50.

Well, obviously I’m older than you so my number is going to be higher. I’d estimate around 70 or 80.

This was an honest guess if I include night-game and pre-game lays. Sandra looked impressed.

How do you score yourself on a scale of 1 to 10 at kissing?

9, you?

10

I looked around the room and kept my mouth shut. Sandra re-opened;

Would you like to kiss me?

If you insist

Sandra was all in with tongue down my throat and hands clawing at my face and neck. It was definitely on.

I asked for the check and we started walking in the direction of my apartment. Sandra asked where we were going and I told her that we were going to my flat to drink wine. She did not object.

As we got into the flat I told her to take her shoes off as we entered before giving her to tour. This is where the earlier toilet story comes in to play. I showed her my room, the kitchen, the shower room and finally the toilet.

I hope you don’t need the toilet because, as you can see, we only have a hole in the ground at the moment

Hahaha, what the hell?! I actually need to pee

Uhhhhm, you can pee in the shower if you like, as long as you rinse it down afterwards.

Oh jesus

Come on, it will be a funny story for your list

Ok, ok, please get me some toilet paper and I will pee in the shower

And so she did. After this the rest was easy. No LMR whatsoever. The sex was very kinky and I banged her in more positions than I normally do. She had a great body with large breasts and a good ass for spanking and she really seemed to enjoy sex. Sandra took particular joy in sucking on my left testicle which I found strange. I asked her if she was ok because at one point she lay there for about 2 minutes with my right nut in her mouth.

I’m fine, I just like the taste of your sweaty testicles

Lovely. After this I banged her raw-dog and came 3 times, a rare feat for me. Sandra told me she wanted to go home soon after this so I walked her to her bus stop. At this point Sandra asked me to go back to hers with her as she didn’t want to sleep alone. As she asked me this I thought about my recent pumpin’ n’ dumpin’ escapades and decided that I would try to be nice to a girl after banging her for once. So I agreed. I slept in her bed and banged her again in the morning before saying my goodbyes. I told her to let me know the next time she comes to London and we can go for a drink, and you know what, I might even follow through on that.

 

 

 

 

 

Lay Report: 20 y/o Italian K girl

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Macy had shorter hair, white skin and green eyes. So nothing like this girl at all.

I arrived in Budapest on Sunday it has largely been Shitsville. That was until last night (Thursday) when I raw dogged a tight 20 year old vagina. Here’s the story….

The quality had been poor and the sets few and far between. I went out all day Monday and Tuesday to “farm” doing around 30 sets in total and only coming away with a few weak leads.

On Wednesday I woke up determined to get some solid ones. My wing, the Cheshire Cat, was taking forever to get ready on Wednesday morning so I headed out solo and told him to text me when he was finished doing his hair.

Before he joined me I had done 9 sets already, notch hyena was hungry. They were a mixture of blowouts and no hook-pointers. The only girl that did hook told me she had a boyfriend at the end of a 10 minute set. I was fuming.

When CC finally got his shit together he proceeded to lifestyle coach me.

Maaaaaate, you need to relax, take a chill pill,Breeeathe.

It helped my vibe immensely (note sarcasm). We started taking turns to open and I got another blowout, I was at tipping point. I can’t remember the last time I did 10 sets and got SFA.

I’m very aware of my own ego and sometimes I use it to spur myself on, this was one such occasion. I was walking along muttering to myself “I’m fuckin’ Roy Walker, these bang average bitches have no right to reject me, I WILL GET LAID HERE”.

We went to the shop in the University area in Kalvin square so I could buy a kefir yoghurt in an effort to heal my tormented gut. As I queued to pay I saw a really cute girl in line ahead of me. After we both made our purchases I opened her outside. She opened like a Christmas tree telling me of her love of all things Irish and how she even tried Irish dancing when she visited. I invited her out right there and then for the next evening (Thursday), she told me she’d already agreed to meet another guy for a date. Theres no way he can be as charming and handsome as me, I countered. She giggled, we exchanged Instagram’s and hopefully that will be a separate lay report of its own.

With that, my vibe had sky-rocketed from rock bottom to Uhuru summit in the space of 10 minutes. All it takes is one good set.

CC and I took a walk up towards Deak Ferenc and it was my turn to open again. I saw a cute little girl with brown frizzy hair, baggy clothes and a box full of art supplies in her arms. Just as she thought she was out of my peripheral vision she threw a sly IOI. CC and I both saw it. I wheeled around instantly and as I did so CC said something like

Shiiiiit, you bastard

I’m assuming he was jealous. Who knows.

As I got in front of her a beaming smile broke out on her face.

Excuuuuuse me, I have to tell you something a little bit cheeky… I saw you walking along and I thought you looked really cute so I had to say hi

She stood there mesmerised so I continued with the stack…

How can a little girl like you carry all this stuff? You must have strong arms.

Still mesmerised, I threw more bait out…

You have a different look, you’re definitely not Hungarian, I’d guess Italian.

Yeeeees, well I’m half Italian, half Hungarian.

HOOKITY HOOK HOOK, finally I had a live one.

Where were you born?

Italy

So you’re Italian.

She didn’t argue, where you are born is where you are from. Simples.

We chatted for 5 minutes or so as she struggled to hold up a box of spray cans under one arm and big rolls of paper under another.

I found out she was an artist and had only moved to Hungary 3 weeks ago to take up an art course which would start in June. She told me she doesn’t normally talk to strangers in the street, but she had no friends here yet so she was willing to try new things.

CHING CHING CHING.

Eventually she (let’s call her Macy) started to complain that her arms were getting tired so she had to go. We exchanged Instagram’s and off she went. I went back to CC and declared “I’ve got a good feeling about that one”.

We did a few more sets and as we did so Macy sent me a flurry of messages. We agreed to meet the next evening for beers at 8pm.

I turned up on time and she was already there waiting and speaking to her sister on the phone. Macy had put some make-up on and wore a tight white blouse which made her surprisingly large boobs pop out, a black leather jacket and tight blue jeans. Her arse looked amazing and I was pleasantly surprised by her figure as she hid it underneath baggy clothes the previous day. Macy was a solid to high 7.

As I said hello she hung up the phone to her sister. We exchanged pleasantries and I started walking her to a bar close to my apartment.

We had one beer in the first venue as we got through all the comfort fluff. I found out she was only 20 years old and I was the oldest guy she’d ever met with. Macy told me that all her family were back in Italy and she was living with her grandmother in Budapest. I asked if she had a curfew, she said no. She told me this was the first time she’d ever met a stranger for a date, we talked about music and she seemed to like everything I did. We talked about extreme sports and she seemed to like everything I did. We talked about food, she told me that she made the best pizza and would make it for me one day. I told her that it wasn’t going to work out between us as I don’t eat pizza. She looked disappointed. She was gazing deeply into my eyes and her whole body did a little spasm every time I touched her and she was giggling at almost everything I said, I’m really not that funny. I knew it was on.

I bounced her to the next bar which was a rock bar with couches and also coincidentally right beside my apartment. I got another round in, we grabbed a couch and I started the questions game. We both drank the beers very slowly (I was still hungover from the previous night, and she’s a tiny girl) and I slowly ramped up the escalation.

I found out she’d only ever had sex with one man and that man was her only ever boyfriend. She’d never been a proper date. She’d never tried online dating. Her favourite body part was her eyes. When I asked her what type of guys she liked, she said they need to be loyal and trustworthy. All very K answers.

I pulled her in for the kiss and she pulled her head away and grabbed my arm digging her nails in whilst moaning in pleasure and pulling me into her.

That’s fine, I’ll only try to kiss you 5 more times.

She didn’t giggle but she looked at me with eyes that I interpreted as “take me home and fuck me now”.

I decided to de-escalate by asking her how tall she was, she said 168cm… I protested that that was not possible, she was at least a full head shorter than me. I got her to stand up and told her her real height, 155cm. After doing so I pulled her in again for the kiss whilst we were still standing. She didn’t pull away this time but just kept her face there totally still whilst digging her nails into both of my fore-arms. It was time to bounce.

I live close to here, let’s go up for one more drink and we can listen to some better rock music. If you feel uncomfortable you can leave whenever you want.

She hesitated before saying…

Ok, but I drink water, no more alcohol.

I told her to take her shoes off as we entered and gave her the tour. She took a seat at the kitchen table whilst I got myself a beer and poured her some water.

I moved us to the bedroom and onto the bed where it would be more comfortable to watch youtube videos on my laptop. We kissed and she lay there completely still.

Are you ok?

Um, I’m just really scared, I’ve never done this

You’re a virgin?

No I mean with a stranger and on the first night

I understand

I rolled off and played some more videos on youtube for 15mins or so before escalating again. This time I got some proper kissing and she started getting into it, biting my lip and digging her nails into my neck before freezing again and saying that it was too soon.

I rolled off again and played more videos before escalating again, this time getting her top off. This process would repeat another 4 or so times until I eventually got her completely naked to reveal a fantastic little body. I was fingering her vigorously from behind as she lay in the foetus position, she was moaning quite loudly and was now sopping wet. After about 90 minutes of LMR I finally slid my dick in raw dog and banged her for about two mins before blowing my load all over her back. Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven.

She lay there cooing and giggling as I tickled her whilst she lay on top of me. I went out for a cigarette in the hope that she would put her clothes on and want to leave by the time I returned. When I got back she was still fully naked on top of the bed. Clearly two minutes in heaven was not enough for Macy.

I asked her the post sex questions whilst my semen regenerated. She didn’t decide when to have sex with me “it just happened” and she hadn’t had sex in over a year.

A few minutes later we went at it again and this time I lasted an entire 5 minutes. I always cum a lot quicker when they have hot little bodies and are a bit kinky. At around 2am she ordered her own taxi and was on her way back to her grandmothers.

Macy definitely wasn’t an R-girl. This was a rare instance of a K-girl stepping out in a new environment and dipping her toe in the water to see what it’s like. I have no doubt that she will be boyfriended up very quickly because she is a sweet little girl with a smoking hot body.

Macy was my third notch in just under 3 weeks since setting of on my travels. My daygame only tally now stands at 49. One more and I will gladly accept my membership to the mPUA hall of fame.

Lay Report: A Columbian Latina in EE

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Kind like this, except with a smaller waist and covered in tattoos and piercings

After a tricky start to my time in this city, normal service is starting to resume. I have a phone full of leads and not enough time to take them all out. I banged one of those leads on the first date last night. Here’s the story…

Last Saturday, around 6pm I was sipping on a gin and tonic whilst fishing with Mr S (a fellow Irishman and infrequent poster on City daygame) who had just arrived the previous evening. I still wasn’t back to 100% and was only opening 4 or 5 sets a day, I’d also just had my first notch so the hunger wasn’t quite there. As we sat there discussing the pros and cons of having Jose Mourinho as boss at United we both clock a real outlier passing by our table.

Valeria was fairly short with long brown curly hair. She was wearing a white t-shirt and big baggy hippy style pants (they were horrible). Both her arms were covered in dense tattoos and both of her lips were pierced. She was walking very slowly down the street as if she were floating. Mr S turned to me;

Roy, ye haaaf ta do dat one

Meeeeh, but she’s not even that hot (she’s a high 6 at best)

I knooooow, but ye just haaaff ta

Having been convinced my Mr S’s fool-proof argument, I got up and made chase.

Valeria had a loud American accent, however, it wasn’t the annoying nasally type, it was still quite pleasant. She was born in Colombia (this would be another new flag for me) hence the more exotic look, but her father was Serbian and they moved here when she was young. The set was going very smoothly until she pointed at my t-shirt and started laughing….

OH MY GOD, is that Donald Trump on your T-shirt

Yes, it is. Top marks for observation

Are you kidding me? You know I’m a feminist right?

My mother told me there are three things you should never speak to a woman about – Politics, religion and ex-boyfriends.

Well, I love to talk about politics and religion!

Good for you. But let’s save that for another time.

Having recovered the set I moved towards the number close and one of her male orbiter friends she was about to meet introduced himself to me. I quickly said hi to him before giving Valeria my phone so she could tap her number in.

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More Roy Walker Text Game Mastery.

I met her at 8pm on Monday at the place where everyone meets in this city. She looked prettier having put on some make-up. Valeria had also put on some tight pants which showed off her rather large botswana.

We exchanged pleasantries before I told her I was taking her to an Irish bar. She told me that she doesn’t drink beer. I said fine, drink wine then. She doesn’t drink that either. Ok, drink Gin. She said, “Yes, I can drink that”.

We sat outside and went through the comfort fluff whilst sipping on G&T’s. She was actually a really interesting girl. Valeria told me how she is 21 and studying two degrees concurrently and how she is also a power lifter – should would be competing later in the year. The power-lifting combined with a mix of Columbian and Serbian genes would surely guarantee a fantastic backside thought me. She told me about what it was like to grow up in Columbia and then spend her teenage years in Serbia. I was having fun so we ordered another round of G&T’s. We drank those pretty quickly as we both smoked away at my cigarretes.

I told her I wanted to take her to another place and she had no hesitations. I paid the cheque and walked her to a quieter place at the end of the same road. We sat upstairs on a couch. I made sure that she sat on my left side to make the giant cold sore on the right corner of my mouth less obvious. She didn’t mention it once.

We ordered another round and I started escalating. I didn’t feel the need for the questions game because this girl had quite a strong frame and the conversation was pretty free flowing and getting more and more sexual anyway.

As we were half way through the drinks I told her I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got up I said;

I’m going to go to the toilet now, when I come back I’m going to try to kiss you. You will probably push me a way and that’s perfectly fine. But I’ll keep trying until you kiss me. 

Valeria broke out in a huge smile but looked at me as if to say “wow, this guy is not shy”.

As I came back from the toilet she got up to go to the ladies. I sat on the couch playing on my phone. When she came back she pounced on me, grabbing my face and pulling me in for the kiss. I tried my hardest to only use the left side of my mouth, but it was difficult as she was quite an aggressive girl.

I pushed her off and we resumed talking about the male/female mating strategies. This girl understood r/k theory and was saying things to me that I would normally say to girls on dates. It all felt a bit surreal and I told her this. She told me more about her fucked up child hood. Her father left when she was two and her mother used to and still does beat her. At this point I knew it was in the bag.

We finished the drinks and I told her we should go.

Is this the part where you invite me back to your place?

Wow, wow young lady. I’m not that easy. But you can come back if you insist.

I paid the cheque and walked her straight to the apartment. I gave her a little tour of the flat and she was very impressed. She sat on the couch in the living room as I got myself a beer from the fridge and poured her some water. I put on some music and minutes later all our clothes were on the floor. I quite enjoyed banging her doggy whilst spanking her big Columbian ass. It was a sight to behold.

 

I didn’t last very long the first time, so 20 minutes or so we went at it again. This girl was actually fun to bang but I probably won’t see her again. She was angling to stay over but I told her I don’t sleep very well with another girl in the bed. Soon after this she ordered herself an uber and off she went into the night. I just hope I haven’t given her herpes.

Lay Report: Croatian Rock Chick

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Roxy had much bigger breasts and whiter skin. 

I’m back in one of my favourite daygame destinations and I’m finding it tough. I won’t reveal the precise location as there are “doxers” at the gate with nothing better to do than hate on other men.

I’ve been hit with three consecutive ailments since my arrival, first a vicious bout of diarrhoea which significantly depleted my vibe for a couple days. The next day I awoke with a blocked left ear passage and now I have a big cold sore on my mouth. I’ve been completely ignoring Krauser’s advice on how to culminate and nurture vibe and I am paying the price, for this I blame Xants, nothing to do with me, I’m the victim here. However, I swatted these obstacles aside to bag my first notch of the jaunt on the 5th night. Here’s the story…

Having arrived in our apartment in the late afternoon, Xants and I dropped our bags, had a quick spray of the smelly stuff and hit the streets. Xants was chomping at the bit and wasted no time in doing the first set. As we walked away from the main strip towards a popular meeting point Xants said “There’s one over there if you want it”. This is why he is such a good wing. We have a strict system where we take turns doing sets, if it’s your turn and you don’t want it, your wing is free to do it. I only saw her from behind and she was walking away from us at quite a pace, but it looked good enough, I would indeed take my turn.

Roxy was quite tall at just a couple of centimetres shorter than me, she had long black hair almost down to her bum, was dressed from head to toe in tight black clothes including a big leather choker with metal studs around her neck and wore dark purple lip stick.

I got in front and I knew I had hook point before I even opened. She planted herself as I reeled off some gibberish. I can’t actually remember what I said, probably something along the lines of her being a spy on her way to complete a secret mission, bla bla. It didn’t matter, it was all in the sub-com.

Her eye contact was strong and she had a good look at me up and down. It turned out she was a lot sweeter than she appeared, she lived in a village with her parents that was two bus rides away and she came to the city for work every day. Roxy loved her rock n’ roll music so I regaled her with my failed attempt to be a rock star (Yes, I was actually in a real band, with real band mates and real punters and everything), I could see the wheels spinning in her eyes. She was attracted.

We exchanged numbers and off she went on her two buses back to the village.

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Roy Walker Text Game Mastery. 

As mentioned, I knew it was on, so no mad text skillz required. I pinged her a couple of times between the Sunday and Thursday just to keep it alive.

We arranged to meet at 6pm on Thursday. I got there 5 minutes early and she was already standing there waiting. She looked slightly hotter than when I had opened her as she put on a bit more make-up. Roxy was a solid 7.

We exchanged pleasantries before I asked her if she liked beer. “It’s my favourite drink!”

Green Flag

I walked us to a nearby craft beer bar. I got the drinks in and we sat outside on the balcony. It was a warm but windy day. I took her through the comfort fluff and found out that she was actually born in Croatia and moved here when she was a child. My eyes lit up at the prospect of capturing a new flag. Soon Roxy started to complain that the wind was blowing her hair everywhere. We moved inside.

I pointed at some stools by the bar, she said no and pointed to a couch in a dark corner.

Green Flag

Roxy sat to my left on the couch and put her handbag to her left side so that there were no obstacles between us.

Green Flag

I started the questions game and her first question was “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Green Flag

It was on. The waiter brought us another round of beers as I chain smoked on cigarettes – she didn’t smoke, however, she insisted that I should smoke if I wanted to.

Green Flag

I asked her if she had to rate herself on a scale of 1 to 10, how would she score herself at kissing. “Eight!” she proudly declared and asked me the same question back. “I’m a 10” said me. She leaned in slightly and looked deep into my eyes as she waited for the kiss. I looked around the room, said “I like it in here” before having another swig of beer.

I put the beer down, put my hand behind her neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She was all in, kissing with heavy tongue and rubbing her hands all over me. I’m pretty sure I could have banged her there and then but I thought it was probably best not to.

I drank the rest of my beer and she was taking long with hers so I drank that too.

Let’s go for a walk

Ok, that’s a good idea

I walked her straight to my apartment which was 5 minutes away. We got to the front door.

I live here, would you like to come up for one more drink?

Oh OK, why not

Green Flag

We got inside and I gave her a little tour of the apartment. Xants was in his bedroom getting ready to go out. I told her that we should go to the bedroom as my flat mate was in. No objections on her side.

She sat on the end of my bed as I went to the fridge to get us a couple of beers.

I came back and put the laptop on to play some music. The first song I chose was Metallica – Enter sandman. By the time the song finished my penis had entered her, absolutely no LMR. She had an amazing body – big breasts, big ass and a small waist.

It was now around 8:30pm and I was pretty keen to get rid of her having already blown my load. Roxy told me that her next bus back to the village wasn’t until 9:30. FFS, I had to entertain her for another hour.

I never thought that I would see the day that I would bang a girl with a porn star body and then try to get rid of her as quickly as possible, but I have. I lost all interest in this girl as soon as I banged her and it makes me slightly concerned if I will ever be able to settle down with one girl.

I played her some trigger happy TV on youtube to try and kill time – Roxy looked at the screen with a confused expression on her face as I giggled away. Soon she started pawing at me and trying to kiss me. I sighed before slapping on another condom and banging her again – it was nowhere near as satisfying.

Soon after this I walked Roxy to her bus stop before joining Xants in a restaurant for some late dinner.

As you can see from all the green flags along the way, this was a total yes girl. They don’t come along often, especially in this city. But when they do all you have to do is show up and lead, lead, lead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can’t bang em’ all

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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.

Summary

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.

Melbourne Review

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A very rare sighting in Melbourne

I’ve been back in the UK for a short while now and the first thing I have noticed is sharp spike in quality. In my first weekend back in London I was amazed at just how many sets I was seeing per hour (4 or 5) in comparison to Melbourne (1 an hour was a good day). This is despite it being almost freezing in London and Melbourne being at the end of it’s Summer.

I was in Melbin (that’s how they pronounce it there) for just under 6 months, despite all the doom n’ gloom I’ve posted on here about the place, I actually enjoyed my time there. It’s shit for daygame but the place has it’s merits. I enjoyed the coffee shops, the nice weather, the slower pace of life and the (slightly) lower risk of getting blown up or run over by a peace truck. The place grew on me as the weather improved, and as the weather improved I met more pretty girls and even had a few MLTR’s. Let’s jump straight into the stats which look pretty damn good at first glance, but as with all sets of statistics, they don’t tell the full story…

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate D1 Near Miss Lays
79 31.65% 6.33% 30.00% 0.00% 1.27% 7.59% 2.53% 3.80%
2.72 25 5 9 0 1 6 2 3

I did 79 sets in 6 months. That’s 13.17 per month, 3.29 per week and 0.47 sets a day. Granted I didn’t spend all this time in country, I took quite a few holidays. One was back to the UK for 3 weeks via Hong Kong for a week. I went to Bali for the best part of a week and did a couple of shorter trips to Tasmania and Sydney. So I probably only spent 5 months in the city itself.

One statistic I didn’t track, which I wish I had to put these into perspective, was the number of times I went out intentionally to daygame and didn’t even see, never mind open a single set. It was MOST times.

The 79 times I did open was across 29 sessions. That’s 2.72 sets a session or approximately 1 an hour.

Why did I open so little? Surely in a city with a population of 4 million people there will be lots more girls to open? Are my standards too high?

The simplest way to answer all of those questions is with one word. ASIANS. The place is infested with them and as I have mentioned in previous posts, I’m not the biggest fan. I have banged my fair share of em’ and the ones that I did bang I found attractive. However, I will not shed a tear if I never bang one again. If you like Asians, Melbourne may be a city for you to consider.

I got 28 contact details out of 79 of these girls. That’s 1 in 2.63. I remember clearly only 1 blowout the entire time I was there. Once you actually find a set, they’re generally very friendly. I did get a few girls telling me that they always seemed to get hit on in the CBD, however, I didn’t see many daygamers.

Out of the 28 details, 9 of them flaked at the first message, all the rest responded, 13 of them I never got out for various reasons. 6 of them I got out on dates and I banged 3 of them. That’s 1 in 26.33, advanced level if you go by the 1 in 30 metric. One was a SDDL, one was a first date lay and the other took a lot of work.

I met and dated an Aussie/Lebanese girl which I have written a couple of blog posts about here and here. She was probably the hottest girl I met there but I never got the lay despite going on FIVE dates with her. She had only ever slept with one man before (she’s 28!) and her forebrain won the day. We did everything else, she enjoyed getting fully naked and messing around for hours, which was torture for me. I was very close to just forcing it in a couple of times, but I am not a rapist, so I didn’t. Rape is bad, kids.

As we said our goodbyes she got all teary and thanked me for restoring her hope in men, she hadn’t met a decent one in over 3 years. As a hardcore alpha player I tried my hardest not to feel some emotion as she told me this, I smiled and told her that I wasn’t that special, she just needed to go to London and take a walk down Oxford street, she’d meet lots of men like me. She had no idea what I was talking about. I really liked this girl and she is definitely the type of girl I would keep around as a regular or even see exclusively if I was ever that way inclined again.

I got a couple of lays from night game, one was a rotter so I didn’t even write a blog post about her. The other was actually hot and I saw her for a repeat. The day I left she sent me the following message;

Sweet??!

In my early days I would frequently adopt the bait and switch technique for getting laid, nowadays I make it clear from the start that I am not boyfriend material and that I won’t be sticking around. It still surprises me that girls are fine with this and if you do it properly they actually thank you afterwards.

Summary

I got laid 5 times in 5 months in Melbourne, the quality was generally low but if you’re willing to put in the work you can definitely get laid. As I have mentioned before I would not recommend this city as a place to learn daygame. When you are doing so few sets you can’t wait to be “in state”, you’ll see maybe one hot girl a day and you have to be able to switch on right away. I look back fondly on my time in Melbourne but I’m glad to be back in Europe, Euro jaunt season is upon us and I have my first little jaunt coming up next weekend. I can’t fucking wait!

Lay Report: Fijian Flag

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Not this hot, but I got bored googling.

I don’t usually write up night game lays as there’s normally not much game involved, I’m usually pretty drunk and the quality of the girls I pull at night time is significantly lower than what I get from daygame. This story is different…

It was Friday at around 5:30pm as I departed the office without much planned for the weekend. I declined invitations from colleagues to go for beers in the sun and instead opted to join an old friend from my hometown who has been living in Melbourne for the last 8 years.

This friend, let’s call him Steve, is someone I used to get on really well with at school but we drifted our separate ways as the years have passed. He’s a salesman and has what us gamers would call “natural game”, he’s funny, jacked, always has a hot girlfriend (he’s currently dating a Lebanese 8) and has no idea about game, in other words, he’s a wanker. I frequently call him this. I went out for drinks with him a few weeks back and he did a stellar job of winging me as I gamed a 5 and he laughed his head off as I left him at the bar to go back to her place. Not one of my proudest moments as a man of game.

I met up with Steve at around 6pm and we went to a rooftop bar and drank a few beers as I filled him in on the debauchery I got up to on a recent trip to Bali [1] . We bumped into a couple of his male ex-colleagues and I got to know them quite well. They started telling me stories about their love lives and I felt genuinely sorry for them, despite being funny, good looking guys, they reeked of pussy repellent.

After an hour or so Steve’s friends departed and Steve told me he had to go to a friends birthday party in another part of town. It was now around 8pm and I told Steve that I would just go home and have an early night. He told me to come with him and I wasn’t keen at all. Then he said;

Roy, my friend is gay, all his friends are girls and they’re all pretty hot

SOLD!

We jumped on a train to the other side of town and went to a fairly upmarket bar/club. As we arrived Steve greeted the birthday boy as well as lots and lots of girls, he wasn’t lying. Steve introduced me to them all and as I went to the bar to get us both a drink he leaned into me and said;

Roy, the blondie in the black heels is single and I think she likes you

I know Steve, she’s been IOIing me since we got here

What?

Never mind

I proceeded to talk to the blondie as Steve held court with the rest of the group, this must be what they call social circle game. The blondie was nice, a solid 7 but I found her a little boring. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I stood there alone leaning against a wall opposite the bar. I noticed a black girl and a cute little Indian looking girl standing at the bar laughing quite loudly. The short Indian looked in my direction and I had no hesitation in walking straight over to the pair of them and announcing;

Excuse me young ladies, I’m a member of the fun police and you girls look like you’re having waaaaay too much fun!

oooooh hahahaha we’re sorry

The cheesy old school lines still have their place in a players repertoire. I was in and both girls seemed to like me. I found out fairly quickly that the Indian looking girl, let’s call her Kerry, was single and the black girl had a boyfriend. This was perfect as Kerry was my target.

The black girl excused herself to go to the toilet and I was alone with Kerry, we laughed and giggled as the blondie stood across the bar in a huddle with her friends glancing over every now and then wondering what was going on.

Why do those girls keep looking over?

Ah, they’re just my friends colleagues, he knows everyone in this bar it seems, I thought you were one of them.

No, I don’t know anyone here except my friend that went to the toilet.

I don’t remember much of what I prattled on about but the vibe was electric, she looked at me with fuck me eyes for the entire conversation and it didn’t take me long to get a boner. I glanced over Kerry’s shoulder and saw her friend coming back, her friend looked at me, smiled and walked in the other direction to give me and Kerry more time together. Good girl.

I chatted some more with Kerry finding out that she was born in Fiji, was in her late 20’s, a lawyer and had a passion for travelling. In my tipsy state I thought she was an 8 [2]. We shared some travel stories and before long she started to wonder where her friend went. I told her not to worry, maybe she was tired and went home. All of this happened in about 10 minutes from when I opened her, then she announced;

I don’t normally do this, but I want you to come back to my place

Oh, where do you live?

It’s about 10 minutes away in an uber

Let’s go

I ordered us an uber and as we departed I said goodbye to Steve who was now stood with the blondie. He looked at me with a wry smile and said “see you later, dick head.”

As we travelled towards Kerry’s place in the uber my mind wandered to an episode of Black Mirror [3] that I watched recently where a nerdy guy had a dating coach giving him advice in his ear as he opened girls in a bar. He opened a two set and one of the girls looked fucking crazy, a man after my own heart. This girl invited the nerd back to her place and the dating coach thought his work was done. The nerd lay on the bed while the girl poured the drinks. She mounted him on the bed and forced him to down the drink. It killed him. I told her this story and she told me not to worry, she wouldn’t kill me, at least straight away.

Luckily I am still alive to tell the tale and my dalliances with crazy bitches has not killed me, yet.

Kerry had a very nice apartment and was clearly financially comfortable. She poured me a whiskey and I made sure to have a look at the bottle, it was Johnny Walker Blue, didn’t look poisonous. She had a vodka.

We sat on the couch chatting and before long we were kissing and down to our underwear. I tried to fuck her on the couch but she insisted that we go to the bedroom. I threw on a condom and fucked her very hard, this girl liked it rough. Her bed was possibly the comfiest I have ever slept on so I invited myself to stay the night as I gave her the debrief.

I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me “as soon as you came over to us, it showed so much confidence, I wish more guys would do it.”

I banged her raw dog a few more times in the morning (I only carry one condom in my wallet) before we went for breakfast. I might actually see this girl again.

We are just over 6 weeks into the new year and I have now collected the Kiwi, Sudanese, Balinese [4] and now Fijian flags. Melbourne may not have the best quality, but at least it has some exotic flags.

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[1] I went there to catch up with some friends, but with a couple of days to go I downloaded Tinder. I got lots of matches and the quality was strangely high. I banged two of em’, one of which I paid for and it was worth it. The other one acted as a tour guide for me showing me around the island as I rode shotgun on her scooter. Alpha.

[2] I downgraded her to a 7 when I woke up in the morning.

[3] It’s called White Christmas, I recommend it.

[4] I’m counting the one I didn’t pay for.

Lay Report: Sultry Sudanese

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Body very similar, face not so much.

I banged my first black girl since March 2016 last night. Most guys I know aren’t a fan of the black booty but I get the jungle fever every once in a while. I’ve slept with quite a few black girls now, most of them pre-game when I lived in South Africa and they all had one thing in common; they were great in the sack. They all had big lips, big asses and were great at blow-jobs. They all seemed to be sweet and innocent (except this one) until I got them into the bedroom where they would turn into filthy animals. Here is the latest story…

It was 6pm on Friday evening as I departed the office having resisted the urge to go for beers with colleagues. It was a perfect evening for daygame, around 22 degrees, no wind and the Sun would not set until 8.30pm.

As I walked towards Swanston street I spotted a very hot little Vietnamese looking girl walking in my direction, she was short but had a body like an hourglass and a very pretty face. I opened, had a great set only for her to tell me she was actually on her way to meet her boyfriend who she lives with. I was disappointed but as I departed she thanked me for having the balls to talk to her, it’s always good to hear this.

I carried on and was opening every 10 minutes, it was the most quality I had seen in Melbourne to date. I didn’t close any of them as they all seemed to have boyfriends, or at least they said they did. That was until I saw the black girl.

I spotted her as I waited for some pedestrian crossing lights to turn green, she was at the other side of the road. She was relatively tall, probably the same height as me, had long black hair, a black tank top, skin tight white pants and black plimsoles. From the other side of the road she looked like an 8 to me.

The lights went green to cross and I examined her face as she got closer, it was young but not the best, her teeth looked a little crooked so I dropped her a couple of points as I let her pass me by. I turned my head to check her out from behind and then I saw the big booty, I could see the outline of what looked like a red thong through the white fabric of her spray on pants. She went back up a point and I instantly got a boner, it wasn’t a DNA tug but I really wanted to bang her so I turned about and made chase.

I got in front of her and I don’t actually recall what I said to her. I just remember that she had a very nervous smile and took a step back as I was rattling through my stack. When she eventually spoke I was surprised to hear that she had an Australian accent. We spoke for 5 minutes and she never really seemed to relax.

She was born in Sudan and moved to Australia with her family when she was 12. I complimented her on her physique and told her that she must be a gym freak as I poked her bicep. She returned the compliment and told me that I looked like I’d been working out as well, finally someone noticed! Despite all this, each time I tried to inch inwards she would back off. I asked her what she was up to and she told me that she was on her way to meet her friend for dinner. I told her I’d like to take her out another time and we exchanged numbers.

As I walked away I was certain it was going to go only one of two ways; she would block me OR I would bang her, nothing in between. I carried on my merry way and put her to the back of my mind as I carried on opening other girls. Then at just before 8pm, she text me first…

It was clearly going to be the latter and as you can see from my texting, I wasted no time in nudging things in that direction.

It was almost 9pm before she turned up as she got a little lost. As we walked back up Swanston street lots of male heads would turn in our direction, I clearly wasn’t the only one who noticed her ass.

I walked us to the same rooftop bar I took the kiwi to and we sat opposite each other on a small table. I asked for a pint of beer and the soy boy waiter informed me that they only served “pots”, these are half pints. I begrudgingly got one and she ordered a cocktail.

We did the comfort fluff, I found out she was 25, the eldest of 7 siblings and was doing a part time finance course whilst working as a waitress. Her family had left Sudan due to a war between the Muslims and the Christians, she was a Christian. I let her tell me her sob story before telling her that my mother told me never to talk about politics, religion or exes on a first date. She giggled and finally seemed like she was starting to relax.

We finished our drinks and tried a couple of other venues nearby but they were all packed and noisy due to it being Friday night. I walked us to an old mans pub and it was perfectly quiet and there was a booth free at the back. I got the drinks in again and we sat beside each other in the booth. I started the questions game and her first question was “what do you want from this?”.

I told her that I hadn’t set out with any particular goal in mind (I had), but that I wanted to take it as it went, live life in the moment and if something happens it happens, if not, so be it, blah blah blah. She lapped it up.

I kissed her shortly after this and her big juicy lips were ravenous. We had one more drink as we carried on with questions and kissed a few more times. She started complaining of back pain and I suggested that we go back to mine, she could stretch out on the couch as I played the guitar.

She initially said no before changing her mind 5 minutes later. As we departed the bar I hailed a cab and we were in my apartment within 10 minutes.

As she came in she took her shoes off voluntarily and plonked herself down on the couch and lay on her back. I got us another drink before playing a couple of tunes on the guitar as she lay there.

I put the guitar down and grabbed her hand “I can sort your back pain out”. She followed and lay face down on my bed as I gave her a back massage. I lifted her top to put some lube on her back and she undid her own bra as it opened from the front and took it off at the same time as her tank top. I carried on with the massage for a couple of minutes before rolling her over and kissing her.

Soon afterwards all our clothes were off and she proceeded to give me one of the best blow-jobs I’ve ever had. I made sure to put on a condom before I banged her doggy style and took great pleasure in spanking that great big ass as I did so.

She was pretty keen to get home straight after this as she still lives with her parents and it was now after 2am. I ordered her an uber and off she went into the night.

The second month of the New Year has just begun and I’ve captured two new flags so far. Melbourne is still shit.

Lay Report: A Crazy Kiwi

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Not quite this hot.

Despite my constant moaning about the dearth in quality here in Melbourne, my first 10 sets of the year have gone rather well. Here’s a rare glimpse at my spreadsheet;

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I’ve been doing a few sets here and there without really going out of my way to “do daygame”. So far I’ve closed 7 out of 10, more than half of these flaked, I’ve got one of them out on a date and got the lay. Here’s the story…

It was Thursday afternoon, around 1pm. I wasn’t that busy at work so I decided to escape the office to go out for a walk. I wasn’t out to “do daygame”. I still find it weird when I’m not in my daygame uniform, it feels incongruent. I like to present myself to girls as the fast sex guy but if I’m in formal office wear this can only lead to confusion for the girl.

It was an unseasonably hot day in Melbourne, but we won’t get into a climate change debate here. As I left the confines of the air conditioned office and stepped into the hot, dry 39oC heat I felt the sweat beads forming on my forehead and arm pits almost instantly. I rolled my sleeves up, undid my top button, put my ray bans on and proceeded to Walker Walk as slow as a tortoise down Bourke Street towards Swanston.

I was somewhere between code yellow and orange as Krauser defines it on page 108 of his new book, Daygame Infinite. I was checking out every girl but I wasn’t going to throw myself in front of any buses. She had to be;

  1. a 7 or above
  2. not Asian
  3. not a fat hipster
  4. not walking fast as it was too hot to chase

With these criteria in mind I let every girl pass me by for the first 15 minutes. I could now feel the sweat forming on my lower back as my shirt started sticking to it, it was time to start walking back to the office and plug back in. As I made my way back I spotted a cute brunette walking towards me. She wore brown sandals, had bronze legs atop of which she wore a pink flowery dress. It showed a little bit of cleavage and she was wearing a brown leather backpack. She was walking slowly and seemed to be looking at everything around her like it was the first time she’d seen it. PERFECT.

I let her pass and there was no IOI, I turned and started walking a little faster to get in front of her.

Excuuuuse me

Yes?

I have to tell you something a liiiiiittle bit cheeky – I took off my sunglasses

I saw you pass me by and I thought you looked very cute, you looked very peaceful, like you were on your way to sit in a park read a classic novel

She removed her sunglasses to reveal big green eyes that were mid spazz. She’d only said one word so far but she was hooked.

Thank you! I wish, but I’m actually just on my lunch break and am wondering what to eat

We proceeded into chit chat about each others jobs and what we were doing in Melbourne. It turned out she was a paralegal from New Zealand and had been in the city for just over a year. Even though the topic of conversation was rather trivial there was a fizz, this girl was very bubbly and loved the fact that I opened her. I told her I had to get back to the office so I took her number and we went our separate ways.

I pinged her as I was about to leave the office later that day on the off chance that I could get her out. She had already gone home but was very responsive, I proposed meeting the next day, Friday and she agreed.

Friday was another hot day so I pinged her in the afternoon to confirm the date. She was keen.

I got to the station a couple of minutes late and she arrived soon after. She wore brown corked high heels and a white dungaree short outfit type thing. It showed off her brown legs and I could see her white bra straps poking out the side of the dungaree suspenders. She wore make-up and had clearly made an effort. I got an instant boner, this girl had turned from a low 7 in set to a solid 7 and I wanted to bang her.

I walked us to the same bar on the river that I took the Indian [1] to and we sat on stools overlooking the river. I got the drinks in and began the comfort fluff. I asked her why she’d moved to Melbourne and she said;

Well, it’s kind of a fucked up story, maybe I’ll tell you later

Oh ok

Anyway so do you go on dates often? I haven’t been laid properly in 4 years

I was mid-swig of my beer bottle and I almost choked on it.

Wow, wow, wow young lady! Let me explain to you how dates work. We have one drink, get to know each other better, if we like each other then we go for another drink in a more secluded place and maybe then we start discussing this sort of stuff.

As I explained my basic date model to her I contemplated bouncing her straight back to my place after the first drink. I probably could have got away with it but it was still only around 8.30pm and I fancied a few drinks.

We carried on chatting and got on great. I found out she had just turned 27, lived with another girl not far from my place and didn’t have many friends in the city. This girl was very funny and is the type of girl you could just hang out and have a laugh with, not that I would do such an alien activity. As we finished the first drink I excused myself and went to the toilet. I came back and noticed that she had taken her heels off and put them on the floor. I picked them up and said;

Come on, let’s go

But where?!

Just follow me

She excitedly put her heels back on and grabbed my arm as I walked us out of the bar. At this point I’m thinking that the notch is in the bag and all I had to do is not fuck it up. I walked us to a secret cocktail bar that only allows 10 people in at a time. We were the only people there and she was very impressed with the venue. We each got a cocktail and she offered to pay, I told her to put her card away.

I told her how I liked her vibe, she seemed very bubbly and was a pleasure to be around. Then the skeletons started to show;

Well this is all just an act.

What do you mean?

I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve been suffering from depression for years, I’m just very good at hiding it.

I felt that weird mix of emotions which I am beginning to experience all too often – pity mixed with arousal. I knew the fact that this girl was a little bit broken would probably make for great sex.

I’m impressed you are telling me. It’s not uncommon nowadays, my little brother has been suffering with it for years. I keep trying to get him to see a therapist every time I go home but he won’t listen.

I’ve been to therapy a lot and it has helped. A year ago I would never have come out on a date like this, I couldn’t even talk to people. I’m better now than I used to be but every now and then I get really down and take lots of coke and cry in my bedroom alone.

I empathised a bit more before grabbing her cocktail and taking a sip. She playfully punched me saying “hey, that’s mine!”. The vibe lifted again. We finished the cocktails and it was now around 9.30pm.

I walked us to another venue where we had another drink on a balcony. We sat at the corner of a table overlooking the street. She started to speak about politics and I gave her my usual line;

My mother told me never to speak about religion, politics or past relationships when meeting a woman.

I grabbed her neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She was all in, lots of tongue in what was quite a small and busy venue. Heads turned in our direction. I pushed her back and looked away.

Wow, that was good

Yeah, I probably should have done that earlier – I called out my own bad game.

As we finished the drinks I looked at the time on my phone, it was now 10:45pm. I told her that it was almost my bed time. She said that she should probably go home too.

Well, let’s go back to my place for one more, I can play you a few songs on my guitar, you can sing along

Ooooooh you play guitar?! Let’s go

No resistance. I ordered an uber and it was waiting outside as we left the venue. As we got into my place I told her she had to take her shoes off before I gave her a tour of the apartment. She sat on the couch and I poured us some wine. I picked up the guitar and played the usual medley of chick crack songs, she was practically drooling.

Soon after her white dungarees were on the floor and I was fingering her vigorously as she screamed with pleasure, this girl was LOUD. I got undressed and tried to bang her on the couch but she insisted on going to the bedroom. The sex was probably up there in my top 5 bangs. She didn’t have an aesthetically stunning body but she had a great ass, and a little bit of meat which was great for spanking. We fucked for over an hour before I collapsed in an exhausted sweaty mess. I offered her to stay over but she insisted on leaving. Good girl.

I asked her the usual post-sex questions and she told me that there was no specific moment when she decided she wanted to have sex, it just felt natural. She left soon afterwards and I sent out the +1 texts to the lads. Mr W queried if she was an Ozzie, I informed him that she was from New Zealand at the same time as realising that I had captured a new flag. Maybe Melbourne ain’t so bad after all.

[1] I’m still seeing her and have since managed to bang her properly.

Hong Kong Review

maxresdefaultI 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…

Why?!

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.

The City

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 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.

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
32 25.00% 6.25% 30.00% 10.00% 3.13% 6.25% 0.00% 6.25%
8.00 8 2 3 1 1 2 0 2

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.

 

 

 

Lay Report: Period Girl

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Not this hot.

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.

Lay Report: Leggy Local Celeb

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Like this, except longer black hair… and hotter

This is a long story [1] 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…

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Words of encouragement from Xants

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

Excuuuuuse me

Yes?

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”.

Texting

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

What?

Pwesenting on the tee wee

Aaaaah TV, you mean Tele-V-ision host

Yes

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.

 

[1] – feedback is much appreciated – let me know if you think this post rambles on too much.

 

 

Melbourne: First Impressions

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Where are these hiding?
As mentioned in my previous post, I have relocated temporarily to the sunnier climes of Melbourne, Australia. The weather has been rubbish since I arrived but now the sun is starting to come out as we head into Summer and with it, I am noticing a significant increase in the number of sets on the street. In this post I’ll be talking about my first impressions of the city and it’s daygame up until this point. Spoiler alert… it’s SHIT…

Scouting

When I first found out I’d be coming here I started asking around my now extensive network of tier 1 daygame wings as to their thoughts on daygame in Australia’s second biggest city. Pretty much everyone that had been there or knew of someone that had been told me that it was crap, all except Craig Cassidy. He said it was great and he pulled plenty when he was here for a week, I had nothing to worry about! From what I have seen so far, Mr Cassidy is either a God who instead of turning water into wine, turns 5’s into 8’s, or, he got very lucky that week.

Day 1

I took my first walk around the city the day after landing, it was a chilly, grey muggy day and as I arrived in the city centre I couldn’t help but notice that I didn’t have one ounce of the new city excitement you normally get when you first arrive in a new city. Granted I wasn’t here on a daygame jaunt and I was heavily jet lagged, but my vibe was shit and I took an instant dislike to the place.

I reassured myself that I had to give it time, I made a plan to explore the city and if a set presented itself, I would open, if not, no worries. I walked around for two hours “exploring”. The most shocking thing for me was the quantity of Asians, had I come to China or Australia?! I very rarely open Asians because I simply don’t find them attractive, it is one of the biggest gamma tells if you spot a daygamer who enjoys opening Asians.

I had never been surrounded by so many of them, I noticed how that when there are large numbers of them, they seem to lose whatever sense of spatial awareness they have. Groups of the little fuckers kept bumping into me and it was NOT helping my vibe.

Occasionally I would see a white presumably Australian face scattered amongst the sea of aimlessly wandering Asians. The majority of the women seemed to be either fat, lesbian, hipster, gothic or a combination of the lot. I was repulsed. The majority of the men looked more like women and were out of shape with terrible fashion. When I did spot a relatively good looking male with good physique and fashion, he had a 5 on his arm. JESUS.

I established on that first day that the daygame would be an uphill struggle and lowered my expectations/odds of getting laid to almost zero.

The City

Despite this, the city itself is actually very pretty, in the CBD there are lots of skyscrapers organised in a grid like fashion, much like I would expect New York to be like. The Yara river separates the North from the South, from what I have seen so far, the Yuppies tend to congregate on the South side and the hipsters on the North. There are lots of cool bars and restaurants. The produce in the supermarkets is ridiculously fresh, the coffee is amazing, I’ve been to about 20 different coffee shops now and am still to have a bad long black (they don’t do americano here) and most of the local beers are good. Everything is very Australian and they don’t seem to have succumbed to globalism, yet. I like this. The people are so polite that I found it slightly uncomfortable to begin with. I recall going to my local supermarket the day I landed, as I took my groceries the check-out girl (not hot of course) started commenting on all of my purchases. I just stood there looking very confused until it was time to pay. The only drawback to Melbourne as a city to live in is the cost of living, but my local colleagues seem to getting paid to cover this so I guess it’s all relative. So as a city to actually live in, Melbourne gets a big thumbs up.

The Stats

It is now almost two months since my maiden voyage and things haven’t changed much. Have a look at these depressing statistics which tell the story succinctly…

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
26 34.62% 0.00% 11.11% 0.00% 3.85% 3.85% 0.00% 0.00%
1.30 9 0 1 0 1 1 0 0

I know what you are going to say, 26 sets is not a big enough sample size to judge a city, that is partly true and that is why I have waited so long to do a post. However, I have gone out on 20 daygame sessions now and am averaging 1.3 sets each time. My typical session time is around 2 hours. So in a city centre of 4 million people I see an average of one 7 or above every two hours.

Out of the 20 sessions, I didn’t open on 9 of them. Previous to coming to Melbourne I think there has only ever been 3 or 4 times in over three years of daygame where I went out to do daygame and didn’t do one set. I quickly realised that I was wasting my time with little to no reward, so I decided to start listening to Joe Rogan podcasts [1] as I wandered the streets, this is something I have never done previously as I am normally distracted by a hot woman walking by every few minutes or so.

When I did open it normally went quite well, despite typically not being “in state” due to the lack of sets. I’ve only had a handful of blowouts, most of which have been polite. I got 9 numbers out of the the 26 sets, 8 of which replied, one I got out on a date, one I am still texting and 6 which stopped replying when I invited them out.

The one date I had was with an Asian (I know!) air hostess who I closed earlier the same day as she left the following day. It was one drink and I didn’t even get a kiss on the lips.

Daygame was deeply depressing considering the epic highs I experienced earlier in the year. I went out at night time with some work chodes a few times and noticed that I saw more hot girls in this environment. I drunkenly opened a few sets and got a few numbers, none of which replied. I dislike night game at the best of times, but when I don’t have a decent wing it is even more pointless.

Shame

This led me to something I never thought I would consider being the daygame purist I am. I downloaded Tinder. I understand if you unsubscribe to the blog at this point, it was nice having you.

I went on one date from Tinder with a pretty local girl (who looks Asian as her grandparents are vietnamese), the first date went well and she came back to mine and I banged her raw. Since then I’ve seen her a few more times but she has become very clingy which has killed off whatever small amount of attraction I had left for her after the first bang. I gave her the talk the other day so I doubt I will see her again.

It’s all uphill from here

This post may sound like I am complaining a lot, mainly because I am. But, I’m still optimistic for Melbourne. The statistics above are all before this weekend. I went out daygaming on Friday and Saturday in the sunshine and there was a lot more to shoot at and I have quite a few leads in my phone. So hopefully, the next post will be a long overdue lay report.

 

[1] This made it a lot easier to forget about the dire quality. I tried listening to Jordan Peterson as I walked but his content is quite heavy and requires your full attention. Joe Rogan is funny and he often has interesting guests. I highly recommend episode #911 with Alex Jones, hilarious and insightful.

 

 

 

 

Euro Jaunt Review

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This girl has nothing to do with this post, other than the fact that she is a girl.

I’m back in London and the post jaunt depression is kicking in. I took a walk round the usual central London spots for about an hour yesterday and I did not see ONE set that I wanted to open. As ever, I will remain optimistic, I’m sure it will get better here. I have now moved into a nice new apartment with Ricky and GG and it is a 5 minute walk from Oxford circus. That means bouncebacks every Saturday, right?

Before I fix my focus on London, here are my final thoughts on the Euro Jaunt…

In mid-April I departed London for what would be my biggest jaunt to date. 88 days later I would finish the jaunt in Kiev having banged 14 girls in 4 different countries, that’s 1 every 6.29 days. This is way beyond what I expected from the trip, I would have been happy with half that.  This trip has given me a sneak peek into what it would be like to go full nomad and as each day passed I would ask myself if I could ever do this full time. The short answer to that is… YES, I would do it in a heartbeat. Here’s the longer answer…

I will start with the stats, as ever, these are daygame only.

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
381 32.81% 7.87% 34.19% 34.19% 2.89% 7.87% 2.10% 2.62%
5.95 125 30 53 19 11 30 8 10

If I take out the travel to, from and between locations then only 80 of the 88 days were available to daygame. Of these 80 days I went out 64 times giving an overall average of 5.95 sets per session. I had a total of 16 “days off”. 5 of these were in Belgrade, the rest interspersed sporadically throughout the trip.

I opened 381 girls in total, getting the contact details of 155, a close rate of 1 in 2.46. 53 of these did not respond to the feeler.

I only started tracking date flakes in Moscow as this is when it really began to annoy me! I Idated only 11 of these girls. This was a conscious decision, I only idated towards the end of my time in each location or if I decided that it was logistically the best option.

I dated 30 of the 155 girls, just under 1 in 5. This number does not include D3’s, D4’s, D5’s or even D6’s! The number of dates would roughly double if I included these.

I had 8 near misses, some of them were a lot closer to the line than others and my notch count would have almost doubled if I converted them all. All the near misses had one thing in common; I pulled too fast due to running out of time. Either I was leaving town or they were.

I banged 10 girls from daygame and 4 from night game. Here is a full rundown of the 14;

Girl – Date – HB Rating – Age

  1. Night Game Belgrade – 14/04/2017 – 7 – 23
  2. Girl outside Restaurant Belgrade – 20/04/2017 – 7 – 22
  3. 19 Year old Belgrade– 21/04/2017 – 7 – 19
  4. D4 Belgrade – 22/04/2017 – 7 – 29
  5. Night Game Warsaw – 30/04/2017 – 6 – 20
  6. Ukrainian in Warsaw – 02/05/2017 – 8 – 25
  7. Night Game Blondie in Warsaw – 12/05/2017 – 8 – 22
  8. The Witch in Warsaw – 16/05/2017 – 7 – 27
  9. J Cups Warsaw – 20/05/2017 – 6 – 24
  10. Night game in Moscow – 03/06/2017 – 6 – 26
  11. 17 Year old Moscow – 07/06/2017 – 7 – 17
  12. Violinist Kiev – 29/06/2017 – 7 – 20
  13. D6 Kiev – 06/07/2017 – 7 – 22
  14. Yes Girl Kiev – 08/07/2017 – 6 – 33

Averages: HB 6.86 –  Age 23.5

Of course, I would have liked the average HB rating to be higher. However, I am happy with this, I consider myself to be a male 6, I don’t get many IOI’s and I have to use game to make these girls attracted.

The average age was 23.5 (Before I banged the 33 yr old this was was 22.76) which is 10 years younger than me, again, I am happy with this.

What did I do well?

Daygame

I was happy with my daygame. My sets were of a consistently high level and the results show this. I was beginning to question everything at times in Moscow, but a change of scenery seemed to fix everything. I must be getting the hang of this stuff.

Wing Selection

Everywhere I went I had at least one wing. There were only 2 days on the entire jaunt that I was solo. This was much better than expected. When I booked the trip I was expecting to be solo for most of it. But different wings joined up along the way and I met a few others for the first time. The daygame community is quite small and I saw the same faces in several locations. If you’re of a decent level of game and not a complete weirdo, then you shouldn’t find it hard to find travel buddies. Thanks to Xants, Mr R, Tomasz, The Chesire Cat, Krauser, Mr Arr (shotgun), Ricky, GG and Seven, it was a pleasure winging with you all.

Vibe Maintenance

Even when I wasn’t approaching, my mind was more or less constantly on game. However, I took days off, I went to the gym fairly regularly and I made sure to enjoy myself. You don’t have to approach every hot girl that walks by you and at times I was happy to walk around with the lads as they did the sets.

Scheduling

I think I chose the best three consecutive months you could for a jaunt. Most EE cities empty out in July and August and the weather is too hot anyway. You only have September and October to jaunt after this. I wanted to do 3 consecutive months so I went from mid April – mid July. If I had to book it again I would adjust this slightly to go at the beginning of April and come back end of June.

Avoided Revulsion/Meltdowns

This is due to the above.

What could I have done better?

Finances

I had a rough budget in mind before I went out, but when I was there this pretty much went out the window. If I was more careful with this I could have travelled for longer, but I was ready to come back anyway.

Flexibility

I booked all my flights and accommodation months in advance. If I hadn’t done this I probably would have stayed in Belgrade longer, left Moscow earlier and stayed in St. Petersburg longer. I know that Krauser only books his travel arrangements a week or so out. If I did this again, I would adapt a similar approach.

Alcohol consumption

I like a drink; in the 88 day period I had only 4 days without a drink. Most days I only had 1 or 2 beers at dinner. However, when I was travelling with Xants I drank a lot more. I don’t regret this but there were quite a few days when I was daygaming with a hangover, this didn’t effect my results too adversely but it does make it more of a slog. There is also the fact that alcohol is not good for your health in the long term and it also ate a significant portion of my budget. If I went full nomad this would have to change.

Productivity

Before I departed I had grand ideas of how I would use my time when I wasn’t gaming. I would complete Jordan Petersons Self Authoring program, I’d figure out how I would create passive income, I’d read a million books, I’d watch philosophy videos on youtube. None of this happened.

I was and still am amazed at how easy it was for me to become a lazy slob. When I’m in the UK I manage to squeeze in work, gym, daygame, dating, reading and other hobbies into a typical day. When I was jaunting my typical day was waking up at mid-day, going for food, daygaming and then either going on a date with a girl or having dinner/beers with the lads. Rinse, repeat. I was never bored, but it’s not a sustainable lifestyle.

Could I go full nomad?

Yes I could. Is there anything better than swanning around the globe and meeting, dating and having sex (without paying for it) with hotter, younger women? All I have to do now is crack this passive income thing, tweak my budget control, cut down on the boozing and I’m laughing.

Final City Rankings

This is how I enjoyed the cities overall, as with everything on this blog, this is my opinion, based on my experiences;

  1. Belgrade
  2. Kiev
  3. St. Petersburg
  4. Warsaw
  5. Moscow

Kiev Review

I have departed Kiev, which brings my Euro Jaunting for 2017 to an end [1]. I am currently sweating my arse off in Cyprus visiting my Turkmen for what will probably be the last time I see her. Yes, I do see a tiny percentage of the girls I bang again. It has been a frantic three months and now it is time for me to take some time out from daygame. I will review the entire trip on a separate post; this post is my tuppence on Kiev…

First Impressions

Even though I did OK in Moscow, I felt like it had defeated me, I couldn’t wait to get out of there. So when I touched down in Kiev I was buzzing with enthusiasm and a renewed sense of vigour. I landed late on the evening of Thursday 22 June. I woke up the next day, the sun was shining and I was raring to go, like a coiled spring.

I was solo for my first day, at around 11am I took my maiden voyage down the main daygame strip, Khreschatyk street. My plan was to get food, buy a local sim then hit the streets. As I went about doing the mundane stuff I was highly encouraged by the skirt passing me by. Short shorts and skirts were everywhere and the bodies that they sat upon were generally young and tight.

Once I got food in my belly and a sim in my phone I popped off a few sets. The first one turned into a mini-idate, she asked me to walk with her whilst she bought a diary for her friend. We spoke for about 20 minutes before I took her number [2].

I opened another girl at the crossing at the bottom of Khreschatyk. She was a very tall brunette with bronze skin, easily an 8. She was IOIing me as we crossed the road in opposite directions. It was a great set, I took her number and I was absolutely buzzing [3].

I popped off another and got a polite blowout. After this the heavens opened and with that, the streets emptied which brought an end to the daygame for that day. This first day would turn out to represent the rest of the trip quite nicely; Lot’s of promise only to have it plundered by factors outside of my control.

The City

The cost of living is a LOT less than Moscow and the drop in quality is negligible, in fact, I think it may even be better than Moscow in that regard. You don’t have to fart about getting a visa and then registering it when you get there. There is undoubtedly a lot of poverty and this even had an impact on several of my sets as I was interrupted multiple times by beggars. Despite this, there is a pleasant vibe about the place and most people can speak English. There are a lot of parks around, a nice river and there seems to be plenty of non-game things to do, I didn’t do any of these of course, apart from when walking with girls. They have also realised that eggs can be cooked after 12pm, a very significant factor when considering a Euro Jaunt destination.

The Girls

If London is a sea of 6’s [4] and Warsaw a seas of 7’s then I would say Kiev is a sea of 7.5’s. There are a lot of hot girls but you need to have your wits about you to figure out their angle. I touched upon this in one of my lay reports, but you do need to be careful when you’re opening on Khreschatyk, especially during gutter game hours. This is when the “turkroaches” and sex workers are on the prowl. That said the vast majority of the girls I opened seemed to be genuinely nice girls who didn’t want anything in exchange. The worst cases I suffered of girls on the take were;

  1. A girl asked me to buy her a £100 bouquet of flowers before she would consider coming out on a date. I sent her emoticon flowers on whatsapp, she didn’t like them and I never got her out.
  2. The violin girl insisted that I feed her every time. She only ate salad, it was worth it.
  3. Night game girl – see below

Even though the students were no longer around there seemed to be plenty to shoot at every day. I rarely saw the same girls again so I didn’t get the feeling that the city was too small. I never once had a girl say that she had heard it all before even though there were a lot of other gamers around, the city is not burned.

Wings

I was uncertain whether I would have the finances or the gumption to carry on jaunting after Moscow, but around mid-June I decided to go for it. Xants and I booked our Kiev flights and accommodation. Having followed me all the way to Moscow, Krauser also ended up following me to Kiev arriving a few days after us. Even though we were an odd number it worked out quite well in that we rarely daygamed as a 3-set and I thoroughly enjoyed the camaraderie. I dragged them both to the gym, we would frequently fish at a Belgian restaurant on Khreschatyk, drinking coffees, beers and whiskey whilst discussing all things game, sports and politics and Krauser would also tell us about his video games. It was fun.

Enough of the pre-amble, let’s analyse the stats;

Daygame

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
77 44.16% 3.90% 37.84% 8.11% 3.90% 10.39% 2.60% 3.90%
34 3 14 3 3 8 2 3

I opened 77 girls over 13 sessions averaging 5.92 girls a day. Of the 17 days available to daygame, I had 4 days off. I certainly wasn’t spamming and was quite conscious of vibe protection. I was starting to feel a little bit of burnout, especially after a frustrating month in Moscow.

I got the contact details of 37 of these girls; a close rate of 1 in 2.08, number closing is definitely not the problem in this city.

Of these 37 contact details 14 did not respond to the feeler, this is quite normal. Only three girls flaked on agreed dates. Two of these were girls that I had already been on a first date with, so date flaking seems to be almost non-existent compared to Moscow.

I had 3 idates, one of which I would convert to a notch, the other two I got out on proper first dates. One of them sent me a long message saying that she knew that I was only after sex and that is not something that she was interested in. Fair enough. The other girl left town for the rest of Summer after a double date as well as a proper first date.

I had 8 proper first dates in total. 3 of these are discussed above, I banged another two. The other 3 dates went as follows;

A date to nowhere with a cute economics student

We did coffee then an alcoholic drink but she resisted all forms of escalation. I didn’t get the kiss. We set up a D3 for my last evening in Kiev but she flaked only to text me the day I left saying “I’m sorry, I left my phone at my grandma yesterday”. This is despite her viber status being almost constantly online throughout that day.

Near Miss with a “Photo-Model”

This was quite a milestone for me. She didn’t drink so we went for coffee. I escalated hard in the coffee shop, kissed her a lot and bounced her back to the apartment. Kissed her some more but she resisted further escalation. That would have been my first ever notch without any alcohol involved. Unfortunately she left town the next day and I never got her out again. She is still texting me so this goes in the long lead bin.

Near Miss with a Whore

This was technically a night game set and was to be my only one of the trip, we didn’t find any good places conducive to night/bar game. I opened her as Xants and I were waiting for an uber to Coyote Ugly on his first night in town. I saw a short busty girl crossing the road in my direction. I can’t quite remember what I said but I recall going caveman and demanding that she stopped. She responded enthusiastically, I went for her number as she was about to get into a separate taxi. She asked where we were going, I told her and she invited herself along. Xants and I exchanged a puzzled look as she walked over to her cab, cancelled it and jumped in the Uber with us. We got to the venue and I ended up buying her a few drinks. Xants left us alone for a while and I kissed her a few times. I took her home in an uber, I was quite certain I would get laid but I had some reservations as to whether she would ask me to pay for it. As we ascended the stairs to our apartment she started banging on one of the other apartment doors. Now shit was getting really weird. I asked her if she knew who lived in there. She wouldn’t answer me and kept banging on the door. My best guess is that it was either a whorehouse or a drug dealer. I eventually got her into our flat, the vibe was weird, she didn’t seem interested in me and lay on the couch for a few minutes. I got her up and we started kissing, she got her massive tits out, even though she was 20, they had stretch marks on them. I looked at them a bit funny, a few moments later she announced, “I’m leaving, my car is outside”. I didn’t object and off she went into the night. I’m fairly certain she was a drug addict or a whore, or both.

I got 3 notches from 77 sets, that’s 1 in 25.67. Not quite Belgrade levels but I’m more than happy with that.

Highlights

  • Much better results than Moscow
  • Good weather
  • Lower cost of Living
  • Hanging out with the lads

Lowlights

  • False positives – girls will happily give you their number and text back and forth. Getting them out on a date is a little bit harder, not much. But actually getting them to open their legs is a lot harder.

Conclusion

I like Kiev. You have a full spectrum of girls from full-blown whore all the way down to super K. The quality is high and cost of living is low. I will definitely return in the future, but probably during term time when there is even more to shoot at.

 

[1] – there is a slim possibility I may do another in October

[2] – She never responded to the feeler

[3] – We messaged back and forth but she made an excuse every time I invited her out.

[4] – I’ve been told this is now downgraded to 5’s, can’t wait to get back to London!

 

Lay Report: Yes girl with dreads

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She wasn’t this hot, in fact, she looked nothing like this.

This one is completely opposite to the last girl in every way, this is the unpredictability of daygame.

It was Friday night, around 10.30pm. I was walking around with Krauser and hadn’t done a set all day. I was quite content with my lot for the trip and was now taking it easy. Khreschatyk was eerily quiet and frankly, I was bored of it. I suggested to Krauser that the Postal Area might be worth a crack. We jumped on the metro and after one stop on the red line, we alighted. There were more people around and the vibe was significantly more pleasant, this was mainly due to the absence of what Krauser had affectionately coined “turkroaches” and sex workers.

As we started our first lap down the street a short girl with dreadlocks and a white dress displaying an impressive cleavage threw me a glance. I was happy to let it go, she was a 6. Krauser said something like “she gave you a BIG look”. I reluctantly made chase.

Open – Friday 7 July – 10.50pm

I got in front of her and said “Excuuuuse me”. She put out her hand and said “My name is Mila”. It was definitely an IOI then. I told her that her dreadlocks were interesting and asked her if she was from Jamaica. She looked confused, I dropped it and went into normal chit chat. You don’t need to game them if they’re already complying. I went for the idate but she told me that she had to get home. I explained that I was only here for two more days but I would like to take her for a drink before I leave. She gave me her number and off she went.

Epic Text Game

D2 – Saturday 8 July – 8pm
She arrived in what looked like the same outfit but with big black platform high heels and a bit more make-up. She looked very bangable, but not a girl I would gladly parade in front of my wings.

I walked her to Roast and Brew. We did the usual comfort fluff and this is where I found out that she was bonkers, just how I like them. She was the same age as me (Eeeeeuw), had two daughters and was divorced. She had 3 jobs. 1 – a dog groomer, 2- a psychologist and 3 – a sexologoist as well as being a single parent. She told me she liked to dabble in witchcraft, I asked her if I should be scared and she said “no, I can see that your soul is good”. OK.

I bounced her to the Chillout Cafe. We sat on a couch, I had a beer and she a cocktail. I started the questions game and she didn’t waste any time getting sexual. I went for the kiss and she rebuffed my first 3 attempts. Eventually, at around 11pm I got the kiss.

We left at around 11.30pm and I suggested we have some wine at my place which just so happened to be upstairs. She resisted a little but I took her hand and walked her towards the apartment and she followed.

When we got into the flat we sat on the couch for around an hour drinking wine and she was showing me pictures of her kids on her facebook. It felt weird.

Eventually I got her into the bedroom, there was about an hour of LMR before I banged her at around 1.30am. The sex was good but I could see the signs of age on her body. Her large breasts had lines on them when she lay on her back, she explained that this was from breast feeding. She had scars on her hips, this is from when they did surgery to remove her stretch marks. She was still in great shape, but I’ll stick to YHT in future.

She was in an uber by 2.20am and I was eating a kebab in my boxers whilst watching Trump meet Putin on Youtube by 02.40am. This is what happens when you’re above game.

Lay Report – D6 (!!!) Victory

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The Thursday before last at around 10.30pm, I was walking with Krauser and Xants on what were turning into perpetual laps of Kreschatyk street. I would soon be meeting violin girl for a first date.

I saw a pretty little brunette pass me by in a blue dress with tied back hair and blue sandals. She reminded me of Penelope Cruz, she was a solid, if not high 7.

Open – Thursday 29 June

I told her she looked like a ballerina and she hooked instantly. Her English was great, she is actually an English teacher and was on her way home from teaching an evening class. She’s 24 and from a small city a few hours away from Kiev. I took her number and made my way to meet the violinist.

I pinged her the next day and she seemed quite keen, there was some back and forth and eventually we decided to meet the following Sunday.

D2 – Sunday 2 July 

Over text she had expressed a wish to take me to a different part of Kiev. I agreed to meet her at 8pm at the Postal Area, it was nice to get away from Kreschatyk. We walked up and down the river front before crossing over the suspension bridge to buy a couple of drinks and smoke hookah by the river whilst watching the sunset.

I didn’t try any “gamey” stuff, I just talked to her like a normal person whilst weaving in little DHV’s about myself and teasing her every now and then.

At around 10.30pm I took her to bar on the waterfront where I sat beside her on a couch. I got the first kiss on the first attempt at around 11pm before we both got the metro home at around mid-night.

I enjoyed this first date, she seemed like a smart girl and had some banter. However, the shit tests just poured out of her. E.g. she would question my every decision from meeting point, choice of table, choice of drink etc. Most men would probably give up or lose patience with such a girl. This led me to place her firmly in the K selected box, I was assuming her notch count was less than 5.

At the end of the date she told me she would be going away on Friday for a long weekend. When she would return I would have already left Kiev. I made a mental note to try and cram in as many dates between now and then as possible.

I pinged her the next day and suggested coffee. She suggested a walk instead. I conceded the frame. Again.

D3 – Tuesday 4 July – 3.30pm

I met her between her classes for two hours. We went for a walk through a park up to the rainbow looking thing at the top of Kreschatyk. We talked about boring stuff whilst I got a spike in every few minutes or so. We had a few kisses and she went back to work at 5.30pm.

D4 – Wednesday 5 July – 3.30pm

She wanted to show me some monument that was just out of the centre. I took a metro and met her there. We went for another long walk to this big monument before getting an uber back to Kreschatyk where we had a coffee before she went to work at 6pm. We agreed to meet the next evening for alcohol before she would leave on Friday afternoon.

D5 – Wednesday 6 July – 10.30pm

She had just finished her lesson and pinged me asking what I was up to. I just so happened to be gutter gaming on Kreschatyk, where she wanted to meet. I walked her straight back to mine, a glass of wine, lots of kissing but she stopped my attempts to escalate further and left after around half an hour.

D6 – Thursday 6 July – 10.15pm

Last chance saloon. I met her on Kreschatyk and she looked great considering she had just finished work. She wore a little black dress and black trainers. The dress was showing off a little bit of cleavage. I really wanted to bang her.

I started walking her in the direction of my apartment. As we walked past the chillout cafe next to my apartment I meekly suggested we go for a drink in there. She ignored this so I walked her straight up to the apartment.

She made herself comfortable by removing her shoes and taking a seat on a chair (not the couch where I could sit beside her). I poured the wine and she started showing me music she liked on youtube, it was actually good.

I sat on the couch adjacent to her chair. It took me about 30 minutes to get her to sit beside me. Once she did we were kissing quite heavily. She would pull away first every time which frustrated the shit out of me. She complained a few times that I was rushing things. Inside I was thinking, “Rushing?!!!, this is a D6, D fucking 6, do you know how many girls I have had on a D6? Zero, that’s how many, ZERO!”. But I didn’t say this.

At around midnight I eventually got her into the bedroom. I gave her a massage and soon her clothes were off and we were fucking. The sex was great, there’s no way her notch count was less than 5 in hindsight.

Debrief

She told me she knew from the first date that she wanted to have sex with me, she just wanted to make me wait as long as possible.

I banged her two more times and then suggested she get an uber home at around 3am. She was not happy at all with this. She got up and threw her clothes on in a huff. I walked her down to the Uber and she didn’t say a word to me as she got in the car. I pinged her afterwards, she’s read it and not replied. I explained this to Krauser and he said “she know’s she lost and you won, I wouldn’t worry about it”.

I got a question on twitter “If you could do it all over again, would you?”. I think I would. Most of the dates were low opportunity cost, I didn’t have anything else on and half of them were during the day when the daygame typically isn’t as good. She was hot, even though I had to put up with her princessy behaviour, the sex was definitely worth it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lay Report: 20yr Old Violinist

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Her eyes weren’t as big as this but everything else is about right

I’ve been in Kiev for 10 days now, it’s been eventful and I like this city more than Moscow by a country mile. I’ve done a fair bit of daygame, some night game and have had two near misses. I got my first lay a week in, here’s the story…

It was quite late on Tuesday evening past, around 11pm. Xants was on a date which would lead to the first notch of the trip. I was gutter gaming with Krauser and was waiting for him to finish a set at the top of Khreschatyk street. A cute brunette drifted past me in a white blouse, green skirt and green plimsolls, she looked very K. Lets call her Kera, she’s a bog standard 7.

Open

She looked dreamy. I told her this and challenged her as to why she was wandering around on her own on a Tuesday night looking so happy with herself. Kera told me that she had just received her results from her University and that she had done very well in her exams. This seemed like a great cause to celebrate so I suggested we grab a drink right there and then. There weren’t many sets around, Krauser was talking about going home soon and I had to stay out of the flat while Xants got his notch, it seemed like a win-win. She agreed so I walked us to the nearest bar where we could sit outside which happened to be a place called Casta.

idate

Kera told me she doesn’t normally drink alcohol but today was a special occasion. She perused the cocktail menu like it was the first time she’d ever seen a cocktail menu. I ordered a beer, she eeny-meeny-miney-moed and landed on a long Island Ice tea.

We did the comfort fluff. I found out she was 20 years old, played classical violin, was from a small city and moved to Kiev 2 years ago to study music. I asked her why she wasn’t celebrating with her friends if it was such a big occasion. She told me she had just been walking all afternoon with her friend and now her friend had gone home.

I have heard of this “walking” past-time from several girls in Kiev now, please do not confuse it with the Walker Walk. There seem to be a few different types of girls that do the “walking”…

  1. Whores looking to solicit greasy, fat Turkish men
  2. Girls looking to attract attention from normal men
  3. Girls who genuinely have nothing better to do or more importantly can’t afford to do so
  4. Girls who are genuinely trying to get from A to B

I put Kera firmly in category 3.

We had one drink, I suggested going back to mine but she made excuses and I ordered her an uber and as we waited I got a proper kiss with a little bit of tongue.

The next day I pinged her to suggest we meet on Thursday evening at 9pm. She responded saying yes, but would only be available at 11pm. I took this late meeting as a good sign so I agreed.

At around 10.30 I pinged her to confirm, she messaged back a 10.40 saying she could meet now.

D2

I bumped into her at the top of Kreschatyk as I was walking with Krauser and Xants.

She looked cute in a blue flowery dress and a white cardigan. I walked her to the Irish bar and walked us straight to the booths at the back. We sat down and she expressed her desire to sit in the main bar so that she could watch the band. I said “no, I didn’t bring you here to watch music, I brought you here so I could speak to you, it will be too loud in there”.

She looked unimpressed. The waitress came and spoke in Ukrainian to Kera asking us if we would go to the main bar. I told her, obviously in English, that we would be sitting here.

We ordered drinks, she ordered food, only a salad so it didn’t break the bank. She asked again if we could go to the other side, she really wanted to watch the band. I relented due to the fact that she was a musician so I told her I would go look for a table, she should wait in our seats. I took a wander and there were no good seats, the band was really loud and really shit. I walked back to tell her this and she had already gathered all her things and was walking towards me.

I told her to sit back down, she said no, lets go to the main bar. I told her

“you can go to the main bar, I will go home. I came here to speak to you, if you don’t want that I will leave now”.

She hurried back to our seats. There were a few moments of awkward silence, I think she was scared of me at this point but also massively attracted by the dominance and my willingness to walk away.

We had one drink each, she ate her salad and I suggested we go for a walk. We walked in the direction of my apartment, as we got closer I pointed to the flat and said “I live just there, let’s go up for a glass of wine and you can show me some of your favourite classical music on youtube”. She hesitated and I said “you can leave if you feel uncomfortable at any moment”. She followed me up.

We got inside, I showed her around and poured us some wine and she chose a Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto on Youtube, it was really fucking good. We kissed a lot and I tried to pull her to the bedroom 3 or 4 times but she kept resisting.

It was now pushing 3am, I got up, took her hand and pulled her towards the bedroom, she followed. I put her on the bed, went back and fetched the laptop and the wine. We watched some more Youtube and fooled around. It took me about an hour, but by around 4am I finally beat the LMR and banged her whilst Tchaikovsky played in the background. Culture.

Debrief

She told me she had only ever had sex with one person before, her boyfriend of three years. She said the sex with him was terrible and that it was so much better with me. We only did missionary and I lasted 5 minutes. That guy must have been really bad in bed.

We’re still in contact so I may get her round for seconds… if I get bored of trying to get fresh notches. So probably not.

Learning Points

  1. Even if you put her in the k box, it doesn’t mean she won’t bang
  2. A lot of girls in Kiev are very poor
  3. Frame is everything – I’m pretty sure the moment I threatened to walk out got me the notch
  4. Classical music is great to have sex to

Moscow Misery

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Where was she?!

I was really trying to put a positive spin on this Moscow experience, but I wrote the post, re-read it and realised that I’m not Willy Wonka, I can’t sugar-coat shit. Enjoy the misery…

I’ve recounted the events of the past month and I am still wondering how the hell I only got ONE daygame notch considering the volume of daygame I did. I heeded the warnings from other gamers that it wasn’t an easy city to get laid in, but I’d heard the same about Belgrade. I was quietly confident before I arrived that I would get at least a couple of new notches on the belt. Moscow had other ideas.

As I mentioned in my first impressions post, I was highly optimistic after a week here despite not seeing much to encourage this optimism. Unfortunately, things did not get much better. I’m still massively underwhelmed by the quality that was on display compared to what I was expecting. This mixed with the expense of the city, its shit weather and the high flake rate made it difficult for me to enjoy my time there. If the lads weren’t there to hang out with, I may have had my first meltdown.

If I had to rank the 4 cities I have been to so far in terms of how much I enjoyed them overall it would be as follows;

  1. Belgrade
  2. St. Petersburg
  3. Warsaw
  4. Moscow

The numbers will help explain how I have come to this damning verdict;

Daygame

Sets Number FB Flake Date Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
128 36.72% 1.56% 28.57% 10.94% 2.34% 4.69% 0.78% 0.78%
6.74 47 2 14 14 3 6 1 1

As always, these numbers are daygame only. I opened 128 sets over 19 sessions, 6.74 sets a session. I closed 49 of these giving a close rate of 1 in 2.61, slightly better than I did in Warsaw. As I mentioned in my first impressions post, closing is not the problem. The next few columns are where it gets painful. 14 flaked without replying to the feeler. 14 girls agreed to meet but then either cancelled on the day or just ghosted. This number increases to 25 when I include reschedules; this is ridiculous considering that I was in Moscow for 26 nights. One day sticks out in the memory very clearly when I had 3 dates lined up, all three flaked, I managed to get one replacement and she flaked as well. I genuinely thought the city was trolling me; it was as if all the girls had gotten together and colluded to foil my pussy slaying crusade.

I idated 3 girls. The first one was just a coffee in the mall and then she flaked. The second was on my second last night when I was SDL hunting. She was 18 and had just come out of a relationship which she would bring up every time I tried to escalate, so I didn’t get anywhere with her despite spending 4 hours with her. The third was on my last night, a very cute 22 year old blond who I opened as I was about to wrap it up for the day and the trip. She asked ME if I wanted to go for a coffee, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. We got takeaway coffees, went for a walk and then to a shisha bar where I kissed her. She was very into it but resisted the bounce to my place. I walked her to her door, she lived nearby, but she wouldn’t let me come up either.

I only had 6 first dates. I didn’t convert any of these to a lay, however I did bang one of them on my only second date in Moscow.

I had one near miss where the girl was gagging for it, got her to my front door and her ASD kicked in. She said it was too soon after agreeing in the bar to come back. She said she would come back next time and then ghosted.

Night Game

I don’t keep stats on night game, but here are a few stories;

I got laid about a week in after an evening in a bar that would become affectionately known as the dive bar. There was zero game involved on my part. Ricky Roma asked me to wing him on a two-set. He wanted me to distract the obstacle so I went in and said hello to it. Immediately she asked my name, where I was from, where I lived and whom I lived with. I explained that I have my own apartment. She suggested that we get a taxi there right away. I looked her up and down, looked at the time, it was around 2.30am and said to myself “fuck it, a notch is a notch”. She was giving me a strip-tease dance in my bedroom within half an hour of meeting her. She was 26, a low 6 and not what I flew all the way to Moscow for. Why can’t the hot ones be that easy?!

Classy.

I took another girl out who I number closed on a different night. She was blond and in her late 20’s. It was a dull date, her English was terrible and she turned up in jeans, trainers, a jumper and a sports jacket. The perils of night game, you are opening them when they look at their best so when you meet them for the date they will probably look worse, especially when you take the beer goggles off. I kissed her a few times but she was having none of it when I suggested we go back to mine. I never heard from her again and I didn’t bother messaging her either.

I had a near miss, which I have already written about here. I was certain that I would get the notch from her but then I received this message a few days later…

One evening I went out with GG, Mr Arr and Krauser. We went to the dive bar after what was for me, a fruitless daygame session. Nick announced that one of his leads would be joining us and would be bringing a friend. Before they arrived he reiterated the usual wing rules in night game, DHV him, don’t hit on his target etc. Nicks girls arrived when Mr Arr and I were outside smoking, I opened them thinking they were just random girls then they immediately said “are you with Nick?”. I told them we were and that we would walk in with them. We all did introductions then I more or less blanked the girls, this wasn’t on purpose, my phone lit up with messages from other girls. Krauser and Mr Arr talked to the two girls, I saw another two-set sat at the bar and I went over and opened them, GG kindly winged me for a little while and I took both of their numbers. At the end of the night both of Nicks girls ended up in a cab with me back to my place. I’m still not quite sure how this happened as I didn’t try to pull them, I’m assuming either they just fancied me or they wanted to come with me as I lived closer to where they wanted to go. I got them both on to the bed and I thought I was about to have my first threesome, but only one of them was into it. We kissed while the other one lay on the end of the bed awkwardly. I tried to pull her towards us then the other one triumphantly announced “we’re not having sex with you!” I couldn’t be bothered trying to beat the LMR as I didn’t find either of them that hot. So I decided to trump her triumphalism and kicked them both out at around 4am without taking either of their numbers. Take that, whores.

Why was it so bad?

It wasn’t bad for everyone, Krauser and GG both got on better than I did. There are a few things I may have done wrong in hindsight. Potential explanations could be;

  1. The girls there just don’t like me
  2. My texting may not have been tight enough
  3. I may have been too “r” in set and/or dates
  4. The girls may have been too “K”
  5. I may have just been plain unlucky
  6. The stench of pussy repellent may have been overpowering for the girls
  7. I could be suffering from burn-out after more than two months on the road doing solid daygame
  8. I’m no good at daygame
  9. The girls only put out for the local guys and pretend to be holier than thou for the foreigners in the hope that we are their ticket out of their boring lives
  10. I may have gotten more than I deserved in Belgrade and Warsaw and the Daygame Gods are now levelling things out

I could be delusional but I don’t think it has anything to do with numbers 1-9 and the only possible explanation is number 10. However, I have heard number 9 from a couple of different sources, a girl I dated in Poland who lived in Moscow for 2 years, and Mr Arr said one of his Russian friends said the same.

Highlights

  • I banged a hot 17 year old
  • I enjoyed hanging out with the lads
  • I read an advanced copy of one of Krauser’s upcoming books. It’s very good. There is a lot of new content in there on vibe, inner game and pre-approach. His game has changed since Mastery and I can verify (at least the in-street section) that it is an accurate reflection of what he is currently doing. I’ve started incorporating some of it into my game already, particularly the texting. I have given him my tuppence on it and we will be going through it again at a later date.
  • I have 2 solid long leads, but I doubt I’ll ever go back for them
  • St. Petersburg was good… oops wrong post

Lowlights

  • The high flake rate. I thought Warsaw was bad, but this was outrageous
  • I spent a lot of money
  • The girls weren’t as hot or as plentiful as expected
  • The weather was shit for more than half of my time there

Conclusion

It is possible to get laid fast in Moscow, Krauser, Ricky Roma and GG all proved this. However, this is the exception to the rule. From my experience the hotter the girl, the more typically K selected she will be and hence the more dates will be required to get the notch. Most girls I dated obviously realised that I was not sticking around even though I was there for a month and could have easily seen them multiple times.  The only reason I can ever see myself going back is for revenge, I can’t help but feel that I have been mugged.

St. Petersburg – Reconnaissance

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This is the river I walked Nasha to.
I’d had enough of Moscow. The high flake rate was getting to me, girls were confirming dates then either cancelling a couple of hours before or just ghosting completely. I’ll add up the correct number of date flakes in my Moscow review post, but it’s somewhere between 20 and 30. I am quite an optimistic person, but Moscow really was starting to zap my vibe, I was glad to escape if only for a few days.

At the beginning of last week I booked myself (with the help of Seven) onto the express train to St. Petersburg. I was very keen to see how St. Petersburg stacked up against Moscow as a daygame city. I’d heard good things about it from Ricky Roma and I had one long lead there.

As it was only a 3 night trip, Friday to Monday, I wasn’t putting myself under any pressure to get laid. Of course that did not stop me trying. Here is a chronological rundown of what was an eventful few days;

Friday

07:40am – Board the express train and cruise along at 155mph to SPB.

12:00pm – Arrive at apartment, drop bags, freshen up.

12:15pm – I ping a long lead I had a D2 with in London last year. Let’s call her Dasha, she’s a high 7. I take my first walk up Nevsky Prospekt. It’s a stunning day, 23 degrees C and there is skirt everywhere, my head is spinning.

12:36pm – Open my first set. It happens to be a girl who is on her way to the train station to go back to Moscow. I take her number and I would later take her on a date to nowhere when I got back to Moscow (two days ago).

13:00 – I pop off another couple of sets before sitting down for some lunch at the Soviet Cafe. I have some chicken pielmeni followed by the strongly recommended honey cake. It was nice.

13:45 – I continue my walk up the seemingly never ending Nevsky Prospekt. It’s bustling, there is a good vibe about the city, maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the carnival atmosphere due to the Confederations Cup being in town, maybe it’s because I was solo, or maybe it was the new city vibe, but it was the first time in a long time that I was buzzing with enthusiasm to be on the streets.

14:10 – I close a cute brunette who tells me she is on her only day off. Let’s call her Sasha, she’s a 7. I could have idated her then but i wanted to carry on with the number farm. I took her number and suggested we meet that evening. She seemed keen.

14:30 – I see a girl dressed all in black with long black hair walking strangely a few metres ahead of me. She’s flailing her arms behind her almost like Liam Gallagher. My crazy bird radar starts beeping. I jog to catch up, I get to her side so I could check out her face and she looked very pretty, almost Persian looking. Let’s call her Crasha, she’s a 7. I open and she instantly hooks, lights up a cigarette and we chat for 10 minutes and I determine that she is indeed, bonkers. I suggest we go for a drink. We have a two hour idate where we drink shots of lemon cielo and she bamboozles me with philosophical ramblings, this girl is not from this planet. I like it. I tried for the kiss but she wasn’t having it. I take her number and she suggests I come to her place the next day to check out her art. DEAL!

16:30 – I go home and shower.

17:30 – I close a stunning tall blonde girl, possibly a 9. She flakes.

18:17 – I close a very pretty brunette in a white dress. Let’s call her Nasha. She’s an 8.

18:30 – I meet up with Seven, he does a few sets I don’t do anymore, I’ve already done 10 by the time I’ve met him. We get some dinner and Dasha messages me suggesting that we meet at 9pm. I still have the potential to meet Sasha, but she’s not confirming so I sack off Sasha and agree to meet Dasha.

22:00 – Dasha is late. We go for a drink and catch up. Then I bounce her to a grotty bar underneath my apartment. She doesn’t like it and asks if we can go somewhere else. I concede. We go to another bar before going back to my place. I eventually get her on the bed, get her topless and start sucking on her fantastic tits. She announces she’s on her period but should be ok by sunday. NEAR MISS 1.

02:00 – She leaves but invites me to her place on Sunday, she will cook. DEAL.

Saturday

I decide early on that there isn’t any point doing any more game, I have enough leads for my limited time there. I meet Seven for lunch and we fish for a while as he pops off a couple of sets. I ping Crasha and Nasha. Crasha tells me to come to hers at 5pm and Nasha agrees to meet me at 8pm.

17:00 – I get the metro out to Crasha’s. She meets me at the station, hands me a book and tells me it’s for me. It’s a book she was telling me about on the idate. We proceed to walk to her flat. This girl spoke in tongues and I never really understood anything that she said. She is 21, read’s a lot of philosophy books and takes a lot of drugs. We get to her place and she starts showing me some scary rap videos starring herself whilst preparing a bong in a bucket. You know, the usual.

She offers me a hit of the bong, I decline. She speaks in riddles for the next hour or so and my head is spinning, partly from the bong fumes and partly from trying to make sense of what she is saying. We go to her balcony for a cigarette and I try to kiss her. She says “NO”. I try a couple more times before giving up. I excuse myself and leave. She gives me the book and a box of Russian chocolates as I leave.

19:30 – I rush home clean up and wash off the bong fumes, I text Nasha and push our meeting back to 20:30.

20:30 – Nasha turns up to the meeting point looking even hotter than when I met her. She’s wearing white short shorts which showed off her amazing bronze legs, she was wearing a white fishnet top with a white bra underneath. You could see her tattoos which are just underneath her shoulders. We did two venues, a walk, then back to my flat. I got her onto the bed, lots of kissing and groping, but when I went to finger her she pulled my hand away. I try a few more times before she announces she needs to go home. We agree to meet the next day. NEAR MISS 2.

Sunday

I go for lunch with Seven again and ping both Dasha and Nasha. I was supposed to be going to Dasha’s for a surefire notch. She didn’t reply. Nasha did and so I met her at 5pm at the Galleria mall. This is probably the best mall I have ever seen for daygame.

Nasha turns up looking stunning, again. This time in black leather pants and a jacket with a white fishnet top. We play air-hockey and some shooting games before having a drink. We then go for a walk by the river before I bounce her back to my flat. We drink wine and she eats the chocolates Crasha gave me. We fool around for a couple of hours but I could not surpass the LMR. This girl’s forebrain was too powerful. She talks about coming to visit me in London. NEAR MISS 3.

Monday 

11:00 – I board the train back to Moscow and receive a long apologetic message from Dasha giving me a weak excuse why I couldn’t go to her apartment the previous day. Typical.

This has happened to me several times in Russia, you get the girl almost all the way to the sex before the LMR kicks in. She agrees to meet you again but then ghosts. They know that the next date will be the sex date and their forebrain get’s plenty of time to take full control and lock the pussy down.

Conclusion

Even though I didn’t get laid, I much prefer St. Petersburg as a daygame destination. It’s smaller than Moscow but all the traffic is concentrated on one strip. I got lucky with the weather and I didn’t do a lot of sets, but I saw enough to know that if I ever go back to Russia, it will be to St. Petersburg, not Moscow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Near Miss and Blue Balls

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She wasn’t this hot, but this is pretty much the outfit she rocked up in.

On Friday night I went out to try some more “night game” with Mr Arr. We went across the Moskva river to an Island of bars. First we went to a bar called Strelka, this is an upmarket bar/restaurant with a nice balcony overlooking the river before moving on to a louder more clubby place called Gipsy. We must have opened around 20 sets between us, it was fun and we found that most girls would at least have a conversation with us, I only remember one harsh blowout where both girls in a two-set looked me up and down with a disgusted look on their face and said “We don’t want to talk with you”.

I preferred the vibe in Strelka as I could actually hear myself think. It was here where I saw a two set that was sitting down in the outside smoking section drinking wine. I opened with a line that I have found work’s very well in night game;

“Excuse me girls, I just wanted to say you both look very pretty tonight, however, you seemed to be deep in conversation, you must be talking about… boys!”... they giggled and Mr Arr quickly joined the fun.

One of them was a brunette with tanned skin and brown eyes and had nice bronze legs on display, a low 7. The other was slightly hotter, had fair hair and was slightly more slender, a solid 7. I didn’t really have a target in mind as I liked both of them. Mr Arr did a solid job of winging and we must have spoke to them for around 20 minutes before they both departed the bar to go to another place. I took the brunettes number and Mr Arr took the other girls number.

I pinged the brunette the next day and she seemed very keen over text. She accepted my first date request which was for the following Monday.

D2

I met her at Arbatskaya Metro station at 7pm. I was a little late as I had walked from Red Square and there was a lot of people around due to it being Russia day, a national holiday in Russia. I turned up slightly sweaty and was still feeling tired and hungover from the night before. When I got to the metro station I saw her waiting, she was in black high heels, a figure hugging black dress and a black leather jacket. She looked great and had pushed herself easily into the solid 7 bracket, maybe even high 7.

We chatted as I walked her down Old Arbat street towards Eric the Red. She was giggling at pretty much everything I said, I didn’t say anything particularly funny so it felt on already. We got to the bar and the waitress immediately told us to go down stairs, my girl walked in front of me and as she descended the steps she lost her balance and fell forwards onto the floor! Luckily we were close to the bottom so her fall wasn’t too hard but she was very embarrassed. I picked her up, she was fine and didn’t do any damage to her heels. I sat her down at a table, I sat opposite her and immediately changed the subject. The red glow on her cheeks slowly dissipated as she studied the beer menu.

We had one drink as I did the normal comfort fluff before bouncing to the usual venue 2, Ulysses. I led us to a couch near the back. As I took my seat the waitress smiled and said “Guinness?”. My girl said “you come here a lot it seems?!” I told her I had been a few times, I did not tell her I had taken 5 different girls and sat in the exact same seat and ordered the same drink each time.

We started the questions game and she was very enthusiastic. After a couple of sips of my beer I went for the first kiss attempt. There was no resistance, as I kissed her she made little moaning sounds and was very aroused. She told me that I am crazy. I asked why and she said that she has never kissed on a first date before. We kissed a lot in the bar as my hands wandered around her body over the top of her clothes. I thought I was getting the notch for sure.

It was now around 9.30pm. I suggested we go back to my place for a cup of tea. She said no, “let’s go for a walk on the river”. I wasn’t keen on this idea, i was tired, I didn’t have my jacket with me and it was getting chilly out, I told her this and she said we could walk back and collect it.

As we walked towards my apartment we stopped a couple of times as she kissed me passionately, she was soooo horny and seemed to be gagging for it. However, each time we would stop kissing she said that she is definitely not coming into my apartment. “I’ll wait outside, you get your coat and we can walk to the river” she insisted.

When we got to my building I pulled her inside with me, she put up weak resistance as she laughed uncontrollably. “You are a bad bad man, but it’s so sexy!”.

I got her inside my apartment and gave her the usual little tour. “Get your coat, let’s go” she insisted.

I pushed her up against the wall and she moaned loudly as we kissed and I groped her ass and boobs. She must have been dripping wet. She pushed me off and said “NO, I cannot do this”.

I grabbed my coat and we walked towards the river. I didn’t speak much, I was genuinely tired and was not enthusiastic to walk to the river at all. She was receptive to this and started filling all the silences by either kissing me or talking about the architecture of the buildings as we passed, she’s an architect.

We sat on a steep bank by the side of the river and she was all over me. I fingered her and as I suspected she was dripping wet. We could hear people walking by behind us so she pulled my hand out. Shortly after this she had my dick in her hands and was wanking me off. Again another group of people walked by so I covered up.

I told her this was silly, “let’s get a taxi back to mine, we could get arrested for indecent exposure”. She refused point blank, smiled and said “you are a dirty Irish sex tourist and I am a good girl” before jumping on top of me and dry humping me. I was getting frustrated.

She told me that she never had sex unless in a relationship, she had had 3 boyfriends in the past and made all 3 of them wait 3 months for sex. I empathized telling her that it was crazy to have sex on the first date, but this is the situation we found ourselves in. She asked if I do this all the time and I said “it’s not the first time, it probably won’t be the last”. She jumped on me again. She knew I was the adventure sex guy, I couldn’t have made it any clearer but she would not let the hindbrain overcome her well drilled forebrain.

This carried on for about an hour until it was 11.30pm and she announced that she had to go home. I was tired and my balls were getting sore so I didn’t object. I walked her back to the nearest metro. I pinged her that evening to check she got home ok…

She seems keen so hopefully I will get her out again.

Lay Report: 17 year old Russian

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She was a lot younger looking than this girl.

Last night I banged a 17 year old, the youngest girl in my game journey so far. She looks very young and I am still slightly worried that she could actually be younger as she didn’t show me any ID. Here’s the full story…

Last Tuesday evening at around 6pm I was walking with Krauser towards the Arbatskaya underpass. I saw a young looking girl coming to the top of the stairs as we were about to go down. She was wearing a red top with a black frilly skirt and converse shoes, she had long brunette hair, big brown eyes and was thin with pale skin. She had a very slavic looking face, no make-up, high cheek bones and small but pouty lips. This girl was a solid 7. I peeled off from Nick and opened her from the front, no wheel of fortune/yad stop necessary.

Open

I delivered the compliment and immediately she told me she did not speak English. I carried on with my stack, albeit slowly. She started smiling and said something in Russian. I got out my phone and we did a few back and forths on google translate. I found out she was from Moscow, was a student as well as an instagram blogger, she has over 40,000 followers. She was very timid but I think this was mainly due to the language barrier. She motioned that she had to leave so I took her number. Nick would later tell me that he would have opened her but she looked too ‘jail-batey’.

Intermission 1

I pinged her that evening, we chatted and set up a date for the following Saturday at 7pm. On the day she text me to ask if we could make our meeting earlier, she now had other plans for the evening. I was a little annoyed but I didn’t have anything else on so I agreed to meet her for a coffee at 5.30pm.

D2

I met her at the same metro station, she turned up dressed all in black, a tight black top, a black skirt, black tights and black shoes, still no make-up but she didn’t need it, she looked hot. I greeted her and as I Walker Walked her down Old Arbat street the heavens opened, the weather has been unseasonably terrible for my first two weeks in Moscow. I rushed her to the nearest coffee shop which was a ‘gook cafe’. We sat opposite each other, I ordered a pot of tea and strangely she didn’t want anything. Most of the conversation was done over google translate and I thought that it was going nowhere.

We discussed her instagram profile. All her pictures are very dark, she’s got black eye contacts with blood running out of her eyes in a lot of them, proper freaky shit. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting involved with another witch. She explained that she is not like the person in the pictures at all, in fact she’s the opposite. She just does what the advertisers ask and she gets paid. This was re-assuring and made sense as she seemed like a very sweet and timid K-selected girl.

I started the questions game and she asked me if I had any gay friends, I said yes, I even lived with one. She showed me a picture on her phone of her gay best friend. Soon after this I got up to go to the toilet. There was a queue. As I stood there waiting I looked back at our table and a guy who looked exactly like the photo she had just shown me sat down beside her and they both seemed to be speaking very excitedly. I felt a sense of rage building up inside me and decided that I would go to the toilet, go back to the table, say hi and then walk out.

When I returned from the toilet I shook the guys hand, he introduced himself in perfect English and was very polite. He then excused himself and went to sit at the other side of the cafe. I was bemused by all of this, so I asked her why she invited her friend. She said that it was a coincidence that he was in the same coffee shop. At the time I didn’t believe her and I still don’t. However, this is a young girl meeting an older man from a different country, it is a big ask of any girl to meet a stranger never mind a 17 year old. So this was probably her way of making herself feel safe. Soon after this she said she had to go, I told her we would meet for a real drink next time and that she was not allowed to make any plans afterwards. She smiled and agreed.

Intermission 2

I pinged her the next day and we agreed to meet again the following Friday. On the Tuesday she text to ask if we could meet on Wednesday evening instead. I agreed.


The text thread above shows my date confirmation on the day. I found it very cute that she asked whether she should wear heels and if she could take my arm. I normally don’t link arms, especially if I haven’t had sex with the girl, but I relented on this occasion.

D3

I met her at the same metro station and she turned up in ridiculously big, white high heels, a beige skirt and a white blouse. She had put a little bit of make-up on and she looked great. As I walked over to meet her I saw another guy trying to chat her up, I walked over and greeted her with a light kiss on the cheek, she looked very grateful to be saved from the creepy guy as he scuttled off in embarrassment.

Immediately she linked onto my arm and I walked her down Old Arbat towards a bar called Eric the Red. It was a warm day so we sat beside each other on a table outside. She ordered a cider, I got a beer and some snacks and we resumed our conversation. Her English seemed to be a little better but we were still mostly using google translate. I asked her;

“how do I know that you are not younger than 17? If you are I could get into a lot of trouble” I was genuinely worried.

“I don’t have my passport with me” She said as her face went red.

“Do you have a picture of it on your phone?”

“No”

“Ok, is your date of birth on your facebook?”

“I don’t have facebook, you will just have to trust me.”

She told me her date of birth was 13 February…. I asked which year, and she typed in 2009 into my phone by accident.

“You cannot be EIGHT years old!!”

She giggled and corrected it to 2000. So if her date of birth is correct, she is indeed 17.

After this I walked her across the road to Ulysses pub. This is a darker venue with couches and is slightly closer to my apartment.

We sat beside each other on a couch, I got a Guinness and she a glass of red wine. I was stroking her bare legs and she wasn’t resisting, I went for the kiss, she pulled away but gave me a peck on the lips.

“I don’t like to kiss in public” she typed into google translate.

When we were almost finished the drinks I pointed to the battery meter on my phone, it was at 7%, I genuinely needed to charge it.

I told her that I lived nearby and that I would like to go back and charge my phone. She said that seems like a nice coincidence. I said that I would have invited her back even if I did not need to charge my phone. She smiled and agreed to come back.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, when I came back she was on the phone to her mother. I asked if everything is ok and she said that her mum wants her to go home right away to study. I asked her if she was going and she smiled and said “No, I’ll go later”. I quickly paid the bill and walked her back to my place. It was roughly a 7 minute walk, I would normally talk rubbish about nothing at this point but she wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t use google translate either as my phone had now died. So there was a lot of silence on the walk back.

I finally got her inside the apartment and gave her a little tour. I offered her a drink and she chose red wine.

I got the laptop and sat down beside her on the couch in my bedroom. She chose some Tartastan rap music, it was terrible but I put up with it. We took a sip of wine and her phone rang again, it was her mum. It sounded like they were arguing, but after a few minutes she hung up the phone. I was fearing the worst, I asked her if everything was ok, she said;

“I need to leave soon”.

I pulled her in and started kissing, she was all over me. I squeezed her thigh as I was kissing her, she grabbed my hand and moved it to her ass. GREEN LIGHT.

I started fingering her and she started moaning loudly before pushing my hand away and reaching for her phone. FUCK.

She started typing into google translate;

“Do you have condom”

“Yes, Yes I do”

I moved her to the bed, we both threw our clothes off and had sex. She was so tight and her body was amazing, small boobs, a big but firm ass and long legs. I came pretty quickly and she seemed a little disappointed.

De-brief

I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex, she said only now as in, when we got to the apartment. I told her that she is the youngest girl I’ve had sex with and she told me that I was the oldest man. It felt good.

She quickly put her clothes back on and I walked her to the nearest metro, it was all over and done with by 10pm.

I met up with Nick, Ricky Roma, Mr Arr and Gollum the Gamma afterwards for a drink. I was explaining how I didn’t really know how on it was with this girl throughout the pick-up until I got her into my flat, this was mainly due to the language barrier and her age. Nick came up with a nice analogy. He said if you look back at every point in the pick-up, it may not have felt like it at the time, but it was on. I’m paraphrasing but he said something like “It’s like when a good football team is preparing for a big match, they do everything right, the training, the nutrition, the tactics etc. Then they go out and smash the opposition 3-0 and are massively relieved but not really surprised.” That summed it up nicely.

 

 

Moscow: First Impressions

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More of this, Please.

So far it’s been underwhelming, but I’m hopeful that it will get better.

I’ve been here for just over a week, I’m all settled in and have figured out the lay of the land. I’ve done some daygame, had a couple of dates, joined a gym and figured out where I can buy cheap beer. The girls are hot, the city itself is very pretty in a communist sort of way, things work, cigarettes are cheap, EVERYTHING else is expensive, the people seem to be happy and have an immense sense of national pride. Putin really is a horrible dictator.

However, I expected more. I recall one of my wings telling me that I would be doing 35 sets a day in Moscow as there would be so many 8’s and 9’s trotting about in high heels. This sadly, has not been the case. There have been a few 8’s and 9’s but they are too few and far between. One of the first things to hit me was how spread out the city is. Moscow is huge and there are large ‘dead’ spots between the main daygame areas. This means you can easily end up walking 20km’s a day if you go between them.

I am currently here with Ricky Roma, this is his second trip here and he says that it was better last time, there were more girls around and the weather was better. Maybe he just got lucky.

I’m also here with Krauser and he seems to think that what we are seeing now is par for the course. I bumped into him in Warsaw a couple of times so we co-ordinated our plans so that we would be here for a month at the same time. It is a nice milestone in my little daygame journey in that 3 years ago I was devouring all of his blog posts and books and now I am winging with the man himself. It has been fun hanging out with him and a few of the things that he has been saying and doing have intrigued me, but also made me laugh. For example, he doesn’t like to always talk about game. Whether we’re walking around or sitting in a cafe he likes to shoot the shit about normal things, some of it goes over my head, especially the financial and far right political stuff. This is good, it takes the pressure off opening and reduces the stench of pussy repellent that is currently oozing from my pores.

His method for generating IOI’s made me chuckle inwardly initially, then I saw girls looking at him when he did it, then I saw him opening and closing them. FUCK, that shit works! I won’t reveal said methods on this blog, they will all be in one of his upcoming books.

One game thing he has mentioned a few times is calibration. By this he means not opening every hot girl you see. If they give you an IOI, they are walking slow or they have a big smile on their face then they are for more likely to be receptive to the approach. I agree with this and it is not the first time I’ve heard of the concept, however, I seem to be invisible here and have probably only had one or two IOI’s. If I waited for IOI’s I wouldn’t get any sets done. On several occasions I have opened girls cold and been quickly blown out. He would say “another victory for calibration” in his geordie accent.

Anyway, enough about him, back to me. Here are my stats for the trip so far…

Sets Number FB Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
66 33.33% 1.52% 30.43% 0.00% 3.03% 0.00% 0.00%
22 1 7 0 2 0 0

I’ve opened 66 girls over 7 sessions. I’ve closed 23 of these, a close rate of 1 in 2.87. The daygame itself has been very much as expected. I have been blown out by roughly 1/3 of my sets due to the language barrier, I’ve had roughly the same again where they’ve had boyfriends/fiancés/husbands. However, once I get past the opener it’s normally been quite easy to get the number.

7 of these 23 closes didn’t respond to the feeler. Most of the rest I am still texting apart from one gold digger who responded to my feeler with “I want dress” in cyrillic.

I’ve been on two dates. The first one was on Sunday with a very tall red head. She is pretty, a solid 7 and I kissed her a few times on the first date but she refused the bounce to my not so centrally located apartment. Hopefully I’ll get her out again.

I went on a coffee date to nowhere with a girl on Tuesday. She doesn’t drink and I was bored for most of the date. I probably won’t see her again.

I’ve had 6 or 7 girls agree to dates only to flake on the day, this is frustrating but this also happened quite a lot in Poland. The only cure is to get more leads, shove them into the sausage machine and see what comes out.

I am still highly optimistic of good things to come in Moscow. I’ve got quite a few leads already and I have just over three weeks to convert them and also get some more.

Hopefully, my next blog post will be a lay report, it’s been too long since the last one!

 

Warsaw Review

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Executive Summary

I like the place. The girls are pretty and I can see why it get’s a reputation for being a sea of 7’s. There are 8’s and even the odd 9 interspersed but these are scarce in comparison to Belgrade. Most girls are polite when you open them, I only got a handful of blowouts. The quality of living is good, there are no migrants, most things are cheaper than the UK, they seem to have figured out that you can cook eggs after mid-day and that more than one card can be used to pay a bill. These things matter. Most of them speak English but they all appreciate it if you can say a couple of words in Polish. The weather is nice this time of year, however, it was unseasonably terrible for the first two weeks of my time there. I got laid 5 times and it could have been more if not for some bad luck. I’m greedy.

Here’s the meat…

Sets Number FB Flake idate Date Near Miss Lays
130 20.77% 15.38% 38.30% 3.08% 6.15% 1.54% 2.31%
27 20 18 4 8 2 3

I opened 130 girls over 26 daygame sessions, an average of 5 sets per day. From these 130 girls I collected 47 contact details, that’s a 1 in 2.77 close rate. Out of the 47 contact details, 18 flaked without responding to the feeler, 4 of them I took on idates, 3 of which I would never see again. I got 8 of them out on proper first dates, this number does not include D3’s and D4’s. I went on three dates with one girl who had just come out of a 10 year relationship and didn’t get the notch, I may do another blog post on her if I’m bored. I went on two dates with a 9, I don’t normally do date reports, but I may do one on her, again, if I’m bored, which I doubt I will be given my next destination.

I had two near misses. The first one was only a couple of days after arriving and I was extremely unlucky not to get the notch. We messaged back and forth but I never managed to get her out again. I had two near misses with the 10yr relationship girl. One at my place and one at hers. She said if she’d had sex with me, she would have fallen in love. The L word scared me off and I quickly gave up on her after that.

Out of the 8 dates I converted 3 of them to notches. That’s an approach to lay ratio of 1 in 43.33 and a date to lay ratio of 1 in 2.67. In Belgrade these numbers were 1 in 12 and 1 in 1.33 respectively.

All of the stat’s above are daygame only. I also attempted “Night Game” three times and got two notches from it. That’s five notches in total, I will summarise them all briefly;

Description – Age – HB Rating

1st NG Notch – 21 – 6

Ukrainian – 25 – 8

Blondie – 22 – 8

The Witch – 27 – 7

J Cups – 24 – 6

Average age – 23.8

Average HB – 7

On the first day I got the impression that the city was burned. My first set was a blow-out and one girl complained that the exact same thing happened to her the day before. However, apart from my wing, I only saw another daygamer do an actual set on 2 or 3 occasions the entire time I was there and these were spammy RSD style sets apart from one of them.

There were a few occasions when Warsaw felt small e.g. when I was on a date with the Ukrainian and another girl I closed saw me with her, when I was in set with another girl and Blondie walked past, when I was having an idate in a coffee shop and another girl I’d closed was in the same coffee shop. Fortunately, I wasn’t caught on the last two occasions but I was the first time and that girl quickly fell off.

The interesting takeaway from Warsaw for me, was that even though there were less 8’s about, it was easier for me to get them out on dates and even bang a couple. I closed a handful of 8’s in Belgrade but I couldn’t get them out for one reason or another.

Highlights – in no particular order

  • Best sex ever with the witch
  • I sucked on J cups, they were a bit sweaty though, even after she had a shower!
  • Dated a 9 – only got a kiss on the second date, but she is worth going back for
  • Banged a Ukrainian – probably the worst sex ever
  • Gained a new wing in Mr R – He’s so laid back he’s almost horizontal, which is a great quality for a wing to have
  • Met and had coffee/beers with most of the resident daygamers there
  • Winged with Krauser for a day – he talks a lot but I tried my hardest to keep up whilst still scanning for girls.
  • Met and winged with TD Daygame – He’s probably one of the relatively more ‘normal’ coaches I’ve met
  • Met and had weird vegan stuff which I will not call food with Rivelino – nice to put a face to the avatar
  • I got gifts from girls including a note-pad, pen, wine, a post-card, a CD and a sex positions book. I didn’t ask for these nor did I give them anything in return.
  • Mini-relationship with Blondie – she gave me a BJ at the top of the Palace of Culture and I banged her on my balcony on my last night. She was on her period so I wanted the clean up to be easy. What a girl.
  • I have 3 solid long leads that I would go back for

Lowlights

  • A lot of flakes and flakey behaviour. The main excuse I got was that they were too busy studying for exams. I don’t buy this excuse. If she’s into you, she will make time to see you.
  • I had sex with a genuine witch. She has since sent me pictures of birds she has killed with her bare hands and used their skulls to make necklaces. Yeah.
  • Ran out of time to bang the 9. I reckon another date or two would have done it.

So there you have it kids, the key to getting laid in Warsaw, or anywhere, is to do a lot sets, collect a lot of leads, message them, sulk as most of them flake, “text game” the ones that don’t, invite them out, run some game on them, get them back to your centrally located apartment and bang them. I don’t see what all the fuss is about.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just touched down in Moscow… Paka-Paka

Lay Report: J Cups!

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She’s not as hot as this. But the boobs are around the same size.

This was a grot lay and I will not try to disguise it as anything else. She’s a low 6 with the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen. Here is the story…

I opened this girl on Thursday. I started the day in a fairly shitty mood. I had a date lined up with a high 8 that evening, short brunette, brown eyes, tanned skin, dresses nicely and very feminine, exactly my type. I could feel she was flaking as I had got radio silence for over 24 hours, and sure enough, at around 5pm she text me a big long message telling me how she was so busy and that she wouldn’t be able to make it. This has been par for the course in Warsaw. I have got less than 1 in 10 numbers out on dates and have had 7 or 8 date flakes now.

I was walking around in the blazing hot sunshine with Mr R and we were getting towards the end of our session and turning our minds towards dinner. I’d done 4 or 5 sets already and got nothing but blowouts and boyfriend excuses. We were at the crossing by Zlote Tarasy and walking back towards Chmielna when I saw possibly the biggest rack I have ever seen walking towards me, it was on a short little brunettes body. Myself and Mr R were both in shock at the size of them.

She was a little bit chubby, but not excessively and her boobs looked too big for her little frame. I thought “fuck it, I’m not getting anything better today.”

D1

I opened, she was very stand-offish and was in a hurry to get to work. I didn’t get any stacking in and she wasn’t hooking. I went for the close anyway and she surprisingly gave me her facebook details. The set lasted around two minutes.

We ended up texting quite a lot that evening and set up a date for 3pm on Saturday afternoon. I’d already agreed to see blondie at mid-day and had a D3 lined up for the evening with possibly the hottest girl I’ve opened this year, the closest thing I’ve closed to a 9.

It was another scorcher, 27 degrees to be precise. I went up to the top of the Palace of Culture with blondie, we took in the panoramic views before I dragged her into a toilet and she sucked me off after refusing to drop her short shorts so I could bang her. She’s a nice girl, really.

I made up an excuse and sent blondie on her way at around 2pm.

D2

She turned up exactly on time, in plimsoles, short shorts, an almost see-through black overthrow and a black bra. She liked to display her best assets.

I walked her very quickly to a secluded V1 that Mr R told me about as I was paranoid that blondie would see me with this girl. Blondie lives around the corner from me and I have seen her a couple of times whilst out and about.

We got drinks and she was very quiet and didn’t seem to be interested in me at all. I attempted the questions game but she couldn’t, and didn’t seem to want to think of a single question. I was bored.

I started escalating rapidly, asking her filthier and filthier questions. She answered all of them. Every light was amber.

I tried to kiss her, she said not in public.

I said “let’s go to one more place where it’s nice and cool and has good music.”

I paid for the drinks and walked her towards my apartment which was 2 minutes away at around 3.45pm.

As we got to the door I asked her “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“OK, lets go up and listen to some music.”

No objections. I got her into the apartment, got us a drink and started kissing her. She put up some LMR for an hour or so.

Eventually I got her enormous boobs out of her bra and motor boated the fuck out of them. They were fantastic.

We had sex shortly after this. Afterwards she told me she had only ever slept with 2 men before me, she’s 24, and she made them both wait 6 months before sex. I told her that her boobs are the biggest I have ever sucked on, she told me they were J cups. J CUPS!! I didn’t even know they came in that size.

As I type this I am quite exhausted and supposed to be going for a D3 with the 9. She text me earlier saying that she can’t drink tonight and it would be a short date. I think I’ll flake on her. Fuck it.

 

Lay Report: Jessica the Witch Rabbit

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It was a Friday afternoon, a baking hot day in Warsaw. I was sat on one of the benches in the Palace of Culture gardens shooting the shit with the Chesire Cat. I’d pretty much given up for the day as it was around 6pm and I was trying to persuade him to come to the pub with me for a beer.

We saw a thin red head with long wavy red hair thrown over one shoulder, like Jessica Rabbit, wearing black wedges, tight black leather pants, a tight black top and a black leather jacket. She had white skin and dark eye make-up, she looked filthy. He said “you have to do that one!”

Open

I jolted up off the bench and made chase as she was walking quite fast. I opened and her eyes spazzed immediately. She tried to keep walking and walked past me with a huge smile but a confused look on her face. I stayed rooted to the spot, motioned her to slow down with my hands and she stopped and walked back towards me.

I told her she was pretty, like a gothic Jessica Rabbit with the flowing red hair over one shoulder. She had no idea who this was but giggled anyway. We chatted for a couple of minutes but she was in a hurry to catch a train. I took her facebook.

Texting

The texting was easy, I sent her a photo of Jessica Rabbit, a few back and forths and set up a date for the following Wednesday. She text me on Monday to cancel for Wednesday. My date for Tuesday also cancelled so I text her on the day to ask if she was free that evening. She was.

Date

I met her at 9pm. She turned up in an almost identical outfit but with even more make-up on. She looked filthy and I really wanted to bang her.

I took her to the same two venues, Sloik and Sultan club before bouncing back to my place.

At the first venue she was very nervous and fidgety. She ordered a gin and tonic, went to pour the tonic in and spilled half of it over the table. I asked her if she was ok, she said she had a crazy day, that’s all.

In venue two I found out that she regularly takes Acid, “not all the time, just 3 or 4 times a week”. RED FLAG.

Every time I touched her initially, her body would spasm. She told me she wasn’t used to new people touching her. RED FLAG.

She told me she had 4 personalities, I was currently speaking to the 3rd one. RED FLAG

After a few gins, about 20 cigarettes and a couple of shots of vodka she stopped spasming when I touched her. I kissed her and she was into it.

Shortly after this I suggested we got back to mine for a glass of wine. “Hang on, you’re now talking to my 4th personality, she says yes”. In hindsight this was probably another red flag, but I took it as green at the time.

We got back, I poured wine, she chose some classical music and we had a couple of sips of wine before the clothes were off and we were having wild sex.

She had several tattoos, all of them related to witch craft. When I touched them her entire body would vibrate and she would drawl some sort of mantra under her breath.

“Is that Polish?!” I enquired.

“No, it’s witch language”

This girl was properly crazy but I found it very sexy.

I’ve left a lot of details out of this post because most of it, you have heard before, the rest of it is too crazy to share publicly…

 

Update: A month on the road

Hot-modern-girl-on-the-road-wants-liftI’ve been on the road for just over a month and today I am taking some time out from daygame to reflect on what has been the most mental period of my journey yet.

As mentioned on my previous lay report, I have accumulated 7 notches on this trip after getting SFA in the first three months of 2017. I’ve met some cool new wings along the way and have met up and had beers with some of the biggest names in the PUA industry. I have immersed myself in the hedonistic squalor of constant daygame, if I’m not on the streets doing it I am talking about it with wings and when I’m not doing that I’m in the flat writing or reading about it. The only time I have spent away from game is when I’m in the gym, reading Atlas Shrugged (which has not been as often as I would like), watching Stefan Molyneux/Jordan Peterson videos on YouTube or sleeping.

I haven’t felt bored at all yet, this is despite not really having a side project to keep me otherwise occupied.  I am nowhere near a melt down as I have been seeing the results trickle in and haven’t really spent much time alone. Most of my daygame has been winged. We were discussing winged vs. solo daygame in the bar the other day. I believe that you definitely need to be able to do it solo. This is what I predominantly do in London and I know that I am more than cable of going it alone. But when I’m on the road I prefer to have wings. If you’re in a strange city where no-one speaks the language then it’s nice to have someone you can actually talk to who isn’t a girl you’re trying to bang. In future jaunts I will always try and co-ordinate it with wings that I get on with. This euro-jaunt has panned out perfectly in that respect in that I’ll probably only be alone in Moscow for 2 days, the rest of the time I will know at least 1 or 2 guys.

I have grown to like Warsaw more each day. It’s slightly more expensive than Belgrade, but the quality of living is much better. I have gone way over my budget, but that’s what credit cards are for! The quality is definitely higher than London, London being the sea of 6’s and Warsaw the sea of 7’s. The weather has picked up in the last few days and it is like a different city, the girls are more plentiful and dressed in short shorts and are happier to be opened. My close rate has been much better than usual (1 in 5) but a lot of the girls are ghosting when I go for the date invite. Despite this, my calendar is still looking pretty full for the coming days.

Here are the stats for 14 April to 12 May;

Sessions Sets Number FB Flake idate Date Near Misses Lays
23 143 25.87% 12.59% 36.36% 1.40% 4.20% 1.40% 2.80%
6.22 37 18 20 2 6 2 4

I’ve gone out 23 times averaging just over 6 sets a session. The close rate is 1 in 2.6. I’m getting a lot more facebooks here as they generally don’t do whatsapp/viber in Warsaw and the girls prefer to message on fb as it’s cheaper (free) compared to sms.

I’ve a only had 6 proper dates from daygame, 4 of which I converted to lays. I’ve had two near misses which I am still trying to get back out again. I’ve also had 3 NG notches, 1 in Belgrade and 2 in Warsaw.

I enjoy the Bar Game here, probably more so than Belgrade. The girls open easily and will enjoy the chat even if they’ve got boyfriends.  However, I’ve had lots of bar game sets now where things seem to be going well and the girls just get up and leave with no explanation! I’ve collected quite a few numbers from bar game which in the UK would mean nothing. Here it is a different story.

I have 9 days left in Warsaw and about the same number of girls that I am trying to get out for 1st, 2nd and even 3rd dates. I’ll probably also see the blondie again and am considering taking her to Krakow with me for a day or two. I’ll probably still hit the streets during the day but my intent will be very low going forward as I am getting to the stage where I have more leads than nights left. However, I can always convert them to long leads and come back here for a weekend in the future as the flights can be ridiculously cheap from London.

If Carlsberg did euro-jaunts…

Lay Report: Hot Polish Blondie

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I’m writing this whilst a little drunk, so excuse the typos. It’s 4am, I’m drinking wine and I don’t feel like going to sleep, because I don’t need to.

This will be a fairly short report, nothing special happened so I’ll highlight the different parts…

On the first date she showed up in casual clothes; converse, jeans, a nice low cut white top, which put her boobs on display and a denim jacket. At one point in the first date I said to her;

“do you normally turn up for dates like this?”

“is this a date?”

“what the fuck do you think?” with a smirk on my face, you can basically say anything if you’re smiling when you do it.

Fast forward a bit, we were texting back and forth and I told her I was taking her to a fancy place for the second date so she had to wear a nice dress.

Date 2 (D3 in daygame terminology)

I met her outside her building at 9pm. She rocked up in a black dress which ended just above her knees, in black high heels and basically looking fucking hot. This dress she was wearing had no back, NO BACK. So you could see her bra straps, which were also black. I was inwardly thinking “why don’t you just wear one of those transparent bras?!”. But it didn’t bother me that much.

I walked her all of 3 minutes to

Pies Czy Suka

I copied and pasted that from google and for some reason it insisted on being big and bold and I don’t know how to change it. And apparently it means dog or bitch.

I’d met up with TDdaygame* and Rivelino earlier in the day. Riv went off to talk to some girl, I had a quiet moment with TD and asked him about this bar, he said that it’s basically the best bar you can take a girl to, ask the barman to make you whatever you want. I did that and ended up drinking a carrot flavoured old fashioned. It was nice but I drunk it in about 1 minute and got a beer straight afterwards.

So, we went there, had a cocktail each, we talked about boring stuff, went out for a smoke and then Mr. R walked in with a smoking little hottie with glasses on.

That has nothing to do with this story, but nice work Mr R.

We were sat opposite each other which wasn’t ideal. I told her we were leaving, she was insisting on knowing where we were going, i had no idea so i just said “Wait and see. Let me lead”. I often verbalise that I am the leader. ALPHA.

We walked out, I had no fucking idea where I was going, I remembered that Mr R told me about a place with illuminous blue lights on the sign, I walked towards there and it looked like a coffee shop, so i sacked that off. We stood and had a smoke outside the coffee shop and then i bounced her across the road to some pub. We sat beside each other and shit started getting saucy. She started telling me that she’s had threesomes with both 2 men and 2 women. She liked sex in public. She’d had sex in a bar. FUCKING DING, DING, DING.

I told her “I know a place that has free alcohol and great music”.

“Where?”

“Just follow me”

I started walking her back up the road whilst talking the most inane bullshit ever. It really doesn’t matter what you say when you are bouncing them home, as long as you don’t say “I’m taking you home to bang you now”. That could work, if you’re Steve Jabba, But I’m not.

We get back into the apartment, she asks for a tour again. This girl is genuinely funny. I got her a beer and poured myself a glass of wine (i’m still drinking the rest of the bottle now). We drink for a little bit and talk some more crap.

I grab her hand, pull her towards the bed, “lets watch a movie”. No resistance this time.

She’s lying beside me, I put on VCB, I show her my favourite scene, pause it, switch to spotify, put the laptop down to the side of the bed, start kissing her, and before i know it, I’m fucking her doggy raw-dog.

I banged her for about 30mins and when i was about to come she whipped herself off of my dick, put her mouth on it and swallowed the load. What a girl.

I offered her to stay over but she insisted on going home. What a girl.

Debrief

We sat on the balcony having a smoke, I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me. She said “when you took my number”.

I left London on 13 April, it’s now 13 May. I’ve banged 7 girls in that period. Life is good, I don’t want to go back to reality.

* he seem’s like a genuine guy and if any of my tiny readership feel like they need coaching in Poland, I would recommend him.

Near Miss: Hot Polish Blondie

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She’s not quite this hot

I don’t like writing about near misses for a couple of reasons; it’s frustrating recounting it as I got so near, yet so far. There is still potential to see the girl again so there is always a small worry in the back of my head that she may somehow see the blog post. But I’ll tell the story anyway…

I hit the bars on Saturday night with Mr R. We were considering going down to the river but it was raining heavily so we went to Pawilowny square which is the little district of bars that contains the Serial Killer Bar.

We left the bar and were on our way out of Pawilowny about to head home at around midnight.

I saw a blonde stunner standing outside another bar smoking a cigarette, she was in a white dress and high heels, a solid 8. I Walker Walked right over to her without hesitation and laid on some tipsy patter.

I vaguely remember her telling me she was studying French so I gave her some of my best GCSE level French, “Je my pelle Roy!”.  She seemed to like it and I walked away with her number not expecting anything of it. Night game numbers are notoriously flakey for me (even though I’ve fluked two notches from them on this jaunt so far).

Texting


I pinged her the next day and to my surprise, she replied a couple of hours later. There was a little bit of back and forth before I went for the date invite. I proposed Tuesday and she said she would let me know. She messaged me first the next day (Monday) proposing a time and place for the date. Good sign. I didn’t hear anything from her the day of the date until 8 minutes before we were due to meet. I thought she was going to flake.

Date

We met at Klaps bar and it was really busy on the ground floor. I got us a seat at a table, I sat on the couch and she sat on a small stool to my right.  It was too soon to ask her to sit beside me. We got off to a bit of an awkward start before I admitted I couldn’t really remember what I said to her when I spoke to her. She said she knew I was drunk but I still seemed cool and she wanted to see what I was like when I was sober. I’m a functioning alcoholic it seems.

We did some comfort fluff and I found out she’s 22, still a student, was a rebel at school and will graduate two years late as a result. After this I proposed we go downstairs to the smoking section for a cigarette, she liked this idea.

We sat on a couch beside each other and I started the questions game. Things escalated very quickly from this point as she wasted no time in getting to the saucy questions. She was telling some very personal things which I won’t share on here, but they didn’t make it appropriate to try and kiss her. Calibrate, kids.

After another drink downstairs the time had gotten to around 23:45. I pulled out my phone, showed her the time and asked her if she would like to go to one more place. She agreed.

We walked for about 10 minutes to the Sultan Club which is a grotty little 24 hour “club” opposite my flat.

We had one drink in there and we carried on the questions game. In what was almost a carbon copy of the Ukrainian date she asked me what I expected from the evening. I reiterated that I obviously found her attractive but I was still deciding if she was cool or not. She probed more, “yeah, but what did you think would happen?”. I sighed whilst inwardly shouting WHY ARE GIRLS ALWAYS COCK-BLOCKING THEMSELVES?! I asked her if she had ever seen the movie Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona? She had so I reminded her of the scene when Juan Antonio walks over to the girls in the restaurant, gives them the proposition of coming to Oviedo for the weekend and gets nothing but shit tests from Vicky. He turns to Cristina and says “Does she always analyse every inspiration until it’s grain of charm is…. squeezed out of it?”. I told her she was being Vicky right now, she smiled and we moved on to the next question.

Shortly after this we were kissing and it felt on. It was now pushing 1am and she had to be up for work at 7am the next morning. I told her I had some wine and beer at home, we should go back to watch some YouTube videos and she could show me the Polish music she was talking about earlier. She said “No, I don’t do this on the first date”. “OK, it’s my job to try and yours to say no”.

We were walking down the road past my apartment block, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the entrance.

“Where are we going?!”

“I live here, let’s go up for ONE drink, you can leave whenever you want”

She smiled and said “OK, just one and nothing will happen”

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to”.

We got into the flat and I gave her a little tour, stuck youtube on and offered her a drink. She wanted a beer so I opened two cans. We had a cigarette on the balcony and we chatted nonsense for a little while before we started kissing heavily. We were standing near the bed and I had my hands down her jeans squeezing her pert little ass cheeks whilst kissing her. I then stopped, grabbed the laptop from the dining table, grabbed her hand and asked her to sit on the bed, it’s more comfortable. She said no and immediately insisted on leaving. “I told you one drink and nothing was going to happen”. She was a woman of her word and I was a man of mine.

I walked her home which was only a few minutes away, we kissed some more and it all ended on positive terms. We’re still texting so hopefully I will see her again.

 

Lay Report: Silly Buggers Ukrainian 

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This notch was quite special not only because it was my first Ukrainian and she was bloody hot, but because I was very close to walking out on the girl on a few occasions as she was playing silly buggers. There were a few learning points for me, so strap yourselves in, it’s another long one…

It was May day, a public holiday here in Warsaw. I’d done an hours daygame with Mr R before going to meet up with some of the other resident daygamers for dinner. As we were walking down Nowy Swad on our way to the restaurant I spotted a cute little brunette in white trainers, a black just above knee length dress and a black leather jacket. She was just standing there playing on her phone.

Open

“Excuse me, I can see you’re obviously waiting on someone, BUT,  I was walking past and I thought you looked very pretty. I like your all black attire, you look like you could be some sort of international spy on a secret mission…. (smiles, but still no hook)… ok you don’t have to tell me what it is…. You do NOT look Polish though”

HOOK.

The guessing game of nationalities commenced and she finally told me she was Ukrainian. She was here for a few days with her partner and I assumed she meant her boyfriend. We carried on chatting and she pointed to the other side of the road and said “that’s my partner, he is shy to come over because you are here”.

I looked over and saw a chodey looking guy standing there awkwardly not knowing what to do with himself. Good lad.

I asked “so, is that not your boyfriend?”

“No, it’s my business partner”

I asked her what she was doing here and gave her my backstory before I went for the close. I asked for facebook as I thought she might not want to be seen giving her number out to randoms in the street in front of her colleague.

“No, I don’t give my facebook to strangers, there’s a lot of personal things on there, you can have my number but I don’t want my partner to see”.

I turned my back to her partner, pulled out my phone and asked her to tell me her number, I typed it in and quickly put my phone away.

We exchanged pleasantries and I wasn’t expecting to hear from her as she was only in town for a few days, was Ukrainian (I’ve heard these are notoriously difficult to bed) and would be quite busy with work.

Texting


The texting was textbook, but, she didn’t reply to my date confirmation sent at 12.42 on the day of the date. So I photo pinged her at 15:15. Still no reply. I wouldn’t have done this if she was living here.

I was walking down Nowy Swad at around 4pm. Mr R was in set so I was standing nearby waiting for him. I was scrolling through my twitter feed when a girl came up to me and said hi. It was the Ukrainian, Warsaw is small it seems. She looked even hotter than the day before, wearing tight denim jeans which accentuated her peachy little ass. I said hi, she was carrying a map and a little backpack so I teased her on being a typical tourist. She giggled and said “I don’t know if I will make 7pm tonight, is 8pm ok?”.

So she’d clearly seen my messages but not “read” them. I think if I hadn’t bumped into her she would have flaked on the date.

Shortly after this I went to get dinner with Mr R when she messaged me saying she was free and wanted to meet earlier in the old city which is a 15-20 minute walk from where I wanted to meet her and 2 hours earlier. I thought “lose the battle to win the war”.

Date

I ended up meeting her at around 5.45pm near Nowy Swad Metro station (roughly half way). She told me she’d already walked to the Old City so I walked us straight to the nearest coffee shop.

The shit tests began.

“I thought we were going for a walk, I don’t like coffee” she barked

“Just have a juice or something, I’m getting an espresso”. I could see her little eyes spazzing, she wasn’t used to this.

“OK, I’ll have a latte” she relented

“OK, I’ll order it, go grab us those nice seats by the window and I’ll bring it over”. She complied.

As I stood at the counter waiting for the coffees my phone vibrated. It was another girl I’d closed the day before “Pretty girl ;p”. She’d obviously seen me walking with the Ukrainian. I didn’t reply.

I did the comfort fluff with the Ukrainian as we drank our coffees. I found out she was 25, had TWO degrees and was heavily into her fitness. She loved to cook, clean and generally be a woman. This girl was an 8, if a low one. After this I said “let’s walk back towards the city, I want to show you something”.

It was now around 6.30pm and I intended on bouncing her to the Serial Killer Bar before moving her to a bar closer to mine. We got there and the shit tests continued to rain down.

“I don’t want to drink, it’s too early and I don’t like drinking”

“OK, let’s carry on walking” I said.

We walked up to and around the Palace of Culture, she took photos and we chatted some more, she was generally being more pleasant and the shit tests subsided.

I walked us in the direction of Sloik and was expecting more shit tests when we got to the door. To my surprise she said “this looks like a cool bar, are we going in here?”. Yes we are.

We sat on stools at a high table, opposite each other, I ordered a large beer and so did she (so much for not liking drinking). She got some cordial added to her beer and was drinking it out of a straw. I picked up her glass to take a sip from the straw. She pulled it back and barked “get your own straw!”. I nearly got up and left right then and there but I kept my cool and said “you’re a weirdo, aren’t you?”. She didn’t know what a weirdo was, I explained and she confirmed that indeed, she was.

To my surprise she wanted another beer. We got another round and I started the questions game. She hated it and thwarted all of my sexual spiking attempts saying she doesn’t like to talk about such things with “strangers”.

I gave up. I just sat there and drank my beer and let her ramble on about herself. I didn’t give a shit anymore and decided in my head that I was going home after the beer.

We left the bar and I told her I was going home. She said “no, lets go to one more place, I don’t want to go home”. It was now around 9pm, I had nothing better to do so I thought “whats another beer with a pretty girl?” even if nothing happens.

I bounced her to Pictures bar and grabbed a couch in the corner. She went to sit opposite me, I said “no sit here, beside me”. She complied.

We ordered more beers (she was now on her third beer and was a little tipsy). I was still switched off, I let her ramble on, she was showing me lots of photos of herself on her iphone. I wasn’t interested. I got up and went to the toilet. I got back and she asked me if I was bored. “To be honest, yes”. She asked me what I expected from the evening. I leant in, pulled her chin towards me and went for the kiss. She pulled away. I switched back off again and sipped on my beer. I was going to leave after that beer.

She asked me again what I expected, I sighed and went into a bit of a rant…

“Look, what did YOU expect? The first thing I said to you when I met you is that I think you’re pretty. How could you think I wanted to be your friend?… You are only here for a few days, I don’t live in the same city as you so I could clearly never be your boyfriend, there is no long term solution here. I know it’s not normal in your tradition to do such things, but you’re not in your home country, you are on an adventure, how about you live a little?”

She looked shocked and went quiet for a minute.

I went back to sipping my beer. Eventually, she said “so, do you want to kiss me?”. I was now fuming and ready to storm out. “What do you think?!” I retorted.

She asked me the same question again, I grabbed her chin again and THIS time she was all over me, full tongue and we kissed for about 3 minutes. Progress. I finally kissed her almost SIX hours into the date.

We had another drink there and it was now around midnight, they were closing the bar. I suggested we go back to mine. She said she doesn’t do this. She said she would invite me back to her apartment but it is a complete mess. She lived about a 30min walk away.

I tried to reason that I lived a 3min walk away and it was raining, it would be stupid going to hers. We walked outside and I asked her again to come to mine. She said no, I could come to hers but I would have to wait outside while she cleaned the place. I laughed and agreed. We jumped in a cab and we were at hers in 10mins.

We were walking to her door when she said “do you have the things, the fun things?”. I asked her what she meant and she pointed to my crotch. “oh, yeah, they’re here in my jacket poc…” FUCK.

At this point I realised I had no condoms on me, they were in my other daygame jacket zip pocket which was conveniently, in London.

I asked her if she kept any and she said of course not, she was not expecting to have sex on this trip. I said I would pull out before I came and she said “NO!!”. I took out my phone and frantically looked for the nearest shop on google maps, I found a petrol station about a 10min walk away. She said she would come with me. We walked there and I teased her that if she had just have come back to mine there wouldn’t be any of these hassles.

Luckily the shop at the petrol station was open, I bought condoms and we walked back to hers. She made me wait outside her apartment for about 10mins while she tidied her flat.

Sex

When I got in she told me to make myself comfortable, she wanted to take a shower. I did so. She came back out of the shower in just her underwear and a t-shirt. We started kissing, the clothes came off and we had sex. No LMR.

Obviously she insisted I wore the condom, she wouldn’t let me do any other position but missionary and she screamed in pain if I did a full thrust, I’m not particularly big, she was just very tight. As I was fucking her she asked me not to come inside her, I told her I was wearing a condom. She said I know, but don’t come when you’re inside me. She insisted that I pull out before coming even though I was wearing a condom!! I obliged.

Debrief

I asked her when she decided she was going to have sex with me, she said when I kissed her. I asked her how many men she had had sex with before me. She said it was private. I guessed that it was less than 5. She said “Actually, 2”. I believe her.

Biggest Learning Points?

  1. Don’t alway assume the other guy is a boyfriend
  2. Honour your part as a member of the secret society – hid the number close
  3. Girls are ditsy – if i hadn’t have bumped into her, she would have flaked
  4. Warsaw is small
  5. Girls don’t always mean what they say – drank coffee and alcohol when she said she doesn’t drink either
  6. Always have condoms, kids.
  7. Sometimes it is ok, even necessary to lose “the frame”.
  8. You have to be willing to lose the girl and be willing to push, hard.
  9. Ukrainian girls are hot, I want more.

 

 

 

 

Update: Wacky Warsaw

shutterstock_94897729I’ve been in Warsaw for just over a week and the daygame has been going quite well. I’ve done 54 sets over 8 sessions and I’ve closed just under half of these, I’ve had a couple of idates (one was almost a SDL), a date, and a notch (not from daygame, see below). This is despite the fact that the city is apparently empty compared to normal due to a couple of public holidays this week meaning that most people have left the city.

This means that nearly all my leads aren’t available to come out until next week, this isn’t a problem as I am here for another 3 weeks, but it will make it harder to get these girls out when they return.

I’ve gotten over the quality drop compared to Belgrade and am fairly happy opening the 7’s with the occasional 8 (All Ukrainian) sprinkled on top. I’ve closed a handful of Ukrainians but I’m struggling to get them out. I was supposed to have a date with one of them last night and she flaked, I’ve got another date with another one tonight, hopefully she doesn’t do the same.

I’ve met up with some of the resident daygamers here and there seems to be a nice, tight-knit little community, some of the big hitters are here too and are part of this.

I attempted some night game with one of the residents who is a guy from Manchester who I’d not met before, let’s call him Mr R. As I have mentioned before, I hesitate to call my night/bar game actual game as it is nothing near what the great Mr Jambone prescribes on his latest blog post. I do what he defines as street game in bars. I drink a few beers and spike a LOT more than I normally would in a daygame set.

On Friday night Mr R showed me around the little district of bars that includes what Bodi has infamously nick-named the Serial Killer Bar. We opened quite a lot of sets, from memory it was mostly me opening and Mr R winging. It was fun, I really enjoy hitting the bars with a fellow gamer, it’s nice being able to just go over and talk to the girls and know that your wing won’t fuck it up for you.

In one of the first bars we went into we were standing near the bar waiting to get served. I mentioned to Mr R that there was a decent two-set standing over our shoulder. I’d get the beers in and then we’d go talk to them.

We got the beers and as I turned to open them they were putting their coats on to leave. One of them was very hot, short with big dark brown eyes and black hair, she looked more Latino than Polish. The other girl was a bit taller and just looked like a typical plain Polish girl with fair brunette hair and no real stand-out features.

I was obviously more interested in the hot girl but she was shy and was standing further away from me than her friend. They said they were in a hurry to leave so I took plain janes’ number and after they left we carried on opening sets. I got a couple more numbers that night, one of which was a hot Polish girl who I tried to bounce back that night but she wasn’t having any of it. I got her number, we are now texting but she is out of town for the next week.

I pinged plain jane the next morning and she replied almost instantly. This girl was keen. We set up a date for the next evening (Sunday). She turned up and looked hotter than on Friday night, she’d put a bit more make-up on, was wearing a long grey coat over a tight black top and a long black skirt. When we got to the first venue she took the coat off and I could see her breasts were rather large, I got a boner. I was trying to justify her being a 7 in my head, but then I looked at her face, it was a little pudgy and her nose was a bit big, this girl was a 6, if a high one.

We did two venues and I took her home and banged her. She had a very nice body with big D cup breasts. It was very easy and there was nothing much to learn from a game perspective, there were a few quirky moments which I will share;

  1. During the comfort fluff in the first venue she asked “be honest, who did you like more, me or my friend?”. I smiled and responded “I thought you both looked nice so I thought I’d talk to you both, you were just more talkative than your friend”. Then quickly changed the subject.
  2. During the questions game in the second venue I asked “do you have any hidden talents?” Her response was “I’m great at blow-jobs”. I was sipping my beer as she answered, I tried to keep my cool but I spat my beer back into my glass and cracked up laughing.
  3. She was in constant communication with her hot friend the entire night. I told her this was rude but she said “she’s just checking I’m safe”. I asked her what she was saying to her and she said she was telling her friend how great I was. The strangest was just after the sex. She got up, picked up her phone, rang her friend and started ranting excitedly down the phone in Polish. I asked her what that was all about and she said “I was just telling my friend the sex was amazing”.

Are all Polish girls this bonkers or do I just attract the crazies?

 

Pussy Paradise?

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A week has passed and I have been ruminating the last leg of my euro-jaunt. I got laid 4 times in the space of 9 days there*. Does this make it pussy paradise?

The short answer is; NO.

Here’s the longer answer…

Daygame in Belgrade is difficult and if you go there unprepared you will come back with your tail between your legs. Im sure Garzero and Xants, who were both there at the same time as me will both agree as they have explained on their own blogs.

Let’s start with a more detailed look at my stats.

Sets Number FB Flake idate Date Near Misses Lays
36 33.33% 13.89% 35.29% 0.00% 11.11% 0.00% 8.33%
12 5 6 0 4 0 3

Ridiculous, right? I agree. But let’s dive a bit deeper.

I did 36 sets over the first 5 days of the trip. Starting with a higher number of sets on day 1 and doing progressively less each day. I closed just under half of the girls and pretty much all the rest of them were blowouts except a couple of girls who had boyfriends. I had 4 dates and managed to lay 3 of them, the other girl turned out to be a gold digger who kept spamming me with stupid viber emoticons so much so that I had to block her. I also got laid on day 1 from “night game”. I haven’t included that in my stats as they are solely for daygame. After the first 5 days I didn’t need to do any more game, I had more solid leads than nights left so I started spinning the plates.

Now before you all start booking your flights and burning the city to the ground (I would accept a small amount of blame for this), I’d like to explain how I think I achieved this and why it is not likely this will ever happen again for me and it’s even less likely to happen for a beginner.

I got lucky

The weather forecast was terrible before we set off from London and our first few days would be Easter weekend when the city was supposed to clear out. However, I got 90% of my sets done over that Easter weekend while the weather was still relatively nice, it rained the rest of the trip but I had accumulated all my leads by then so it didn’t matter. Had it been the other way round I probably wouldn’t have gotten laid at all.

Any experienced player will know that there are an unlimited number of outside factors that can happen on dates that will derail you in your efforts of banging YHT. E.g. they could receive a phone call, fat chubby dudes can interrupt you, she may need to catch a last bus home, she may not feel well all of a sudden, the sound of your wing banging a chick senseless in the room next door may freak her out etc. etc. etc. Any of these things can easily prevent you from getting laid.

I did a lot of daygame

Prior to this trip I had done a lot of daygame in my journey, 2157 sets, to be precise. In 2017 alone I had done 252 sets through the slog of winter in London without even getting a whiff of pussy. I firmly believe that every set counts towards your trajectory of the daygame summit, especially if it’s a blowout. I endured around 170 of these on the cold, dark streets of London in the winter of 2017.

Over time, it all averages out

Here are my stats for all of 2017 so far, you will see that it doesn’t look so impressive any more.

Sets Number FB Flake idate Date Near Misses Lays
301 17.28% 5.98% 41.43% 1.33% 2.66% 0.33% 1.00%
52 18 29 4 8 1 3

I’d been to the city before

I wasted no time faffing around trying to figure out the best daygame areas and other inane things and jumped straight into the daygame. Knowing the city also helped me lead on dates, something pretty much all of my notches commented on saying things like “you know this city better than me and I’ve lived here all my life”. Little did they know, I only knew the well trodden daygame path.

I worked on my SMV

It may have seemed like I was wasting a lot of time in the winter months by doing so much daygame. However I also made time for the gym 3 or 4 times a week, most people could probably not tell the difference, but I could and that’s all that matters.

I had my teeth whitened, again, most people didn’t notice, but I did.

I updated my wardrobe buying new daygame boots with height increasing heels, a more fitted (not black) leather jacket and a few fitted t-shirts to try and emphasise my more toned appearance.

I read some philosophy books which I casually dropped into my dates, the latest being Atlas Shrugged. I gave up about 1/8th of the way through War and Peace.

I’m shiny there

I’ve been to a few euro jaunt destinations, but this is where I got the most IOI’s so far and hence the return trip. Two of my notches (one from a previous trip) even said I was more attractive than Tom Hardy, I tried hard to hold back my laughter on both occasions.

So in case you still haven’t got the message, please, please, PLEASE do not go to Belgrade, I really don’t think you would like it. Thanks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

* Believe it or not, I don’t like to brag. If you met me in person you would probably think I’m a relatively quiet, introverted guy who is more interested in your journey than my own. I wouldn’t tell you about this blog unless you explicitly asked me. I’d like to think my wings would back up my self-assessment of my character, but they’d probably just say “he’s a daft Irish git who bangs yes girls”.

 

 

Near Miss: Maria Elena

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She’s not as hot as Penelope Cruz, but she’s as equally if not more crazy than her character in VCB.
After getting over the initial depression caused by the steep drop in quality, I was starting to enjoy Warsaw and all its miserable, sopping wet charm.

I have now lost all track of which euro jaunt day number this was, but it was yesterday. I think I am going through a melt-UP, which I will define as the opposite of a melt-down. I’m really enjoying this, there really is nothing better than having nothing better to do but hit on pretty girls. Anyway, I digress…

I was prowling up and down Marszalkowska street taking advantage of the canopy to protect me from the rain.

It was about 3pm when I saw a girl walking quite slowly and dressed formally, with a long blue coat and a big popped collar. I opened her, told her she looked pretty, like a wizard, all she needed now was a pointy beard and hat. She laughed hysterically at my shit opener.

She was short, brunette, with brown eyes and was showing a little bit of cleavage beneath her black blouse. She was 21 and had a French accent, this is my favourite accent on a girl and I told her so. She hooked almost instantly and told me she was having a bad day, she was looking for a bar to drink some wine but none of her friends wanted to join her. Ding, ding, DING, went my SDL radar. DING!

“well, it just so happens my friend is about to go home for the afternoon, so how about me and you go get a glass of wine together?”. She enthusiastically agreed.

I bounced her to a place called Loik which is just behind Marszalkowska street and coincidentally, about a 3min walk from my apartment. We sat opposite each other, I ordered a beer and she, a glass of wine. We went through the normal comfort fluff, I got the bill and said “let’s go to one more place”. Luckily I had done some scouting previous to this and found a dingy little 24hr “club” which is dark all day, has couches, you can smoke inside (she’s a smoker) and is coincidentally even closer to my apartment.

It was all going swimmingly, I had to use very little game, I’m pretty sure it’s all internalised now and I was carrying her through the motions. We sat opposite each other first, then I went to the toilet, came back and sat beside her. We played the questions game and her answers were filthy, this girl was a real outlier and I have never been more certain of a SDL. We had a couple of drinks, followed by shots and I suggested we get a bottle of wine and watch a movie at my place which just so happens to be directly across the street. What a coincidence!

We went to the nearest supermarket and got a bottle of wine, as we were walking back to mine her phone started beeping frantically. I asked her what’s up, she said “oh it’s just my sister she is telling me I need to leave soon”. FUCK.

It was now around 6.30pm, I got her into the apartment and told her not to worry about her sister, she’d be fine. I put on some music and poured us the wine, I didn’t mention the movie. We had one sip each and she pounced on me, kissing with heavy tongue, and teeth. I told her to cut out the teeth and she obliged. I threw her on the bed and starting removing her clothes. There was absolutely no LMR. I got her down to just her panties, I took off my top and fingered her hard, she was wetter than Warsaw itself. I was sucking on her surprisingly large titties when her phone started RINGING. She answered and started screaming frantically down the phone in what was some form of Frolish (French/Polish). This girl was proper bat-shit crazy.

She hung up the phone, jumped up off the bed and started putting her clothes back on whilst having what can only be described as a hissy-fit. She proclaimed her hate for her sister for always fucking shit up for her. I was dumbfounded… “what’s going on?” I asked. She said “that was my sister, I was supposed to be home at 7pm for a family dinner, I need to leave right now”. It was now 7pm.

She asked me if I had facebook, I added her and away she went. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever even hear from her again due to the degree of her complete bonkersness. But she accepted the friend request a short time later and we are now messaging. Hopefully I will get her out again but it seems every girl in Warsaw is away for a full week now. All my leads are on hold because of this.

I went out drinking that evening with an old wing from Manchester, we watched the football and attempted some game in the bars afterwards. I got a little blondie back to my apartment and she wouldn’t even kiss me. I told her she was stupid, opened the door and said “get the fuck out”. It was around 3.30am. What is game turning me into?

Anyway, two near misses in one day. I love daygame, this shit just doesn’t happen to normals.

 

 

Euro Jaunting – Update

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Exercise is important.

There hasn’t been much to report on the daygame front, I’m still plugging away but with no success, I’ll do another post as to why I think that is. My Euro Jaunt plans on the other hand have developed significantly, and it’s giving me something to look forward to as I stalk the streets of London in the cold.

In my previous post I talked about whether I would do 10 day or 1 month stints. I have heeded the advice of Seven who was jaunting for 6 months more or less non-stop last year.

Flights and accommodation are booked for the following;

Belgrade – 10 days

Warsaw – 1 month

Moscow – 1 month

Warsaw and Moscow are both a bit risky for a month each for different reasons.

Warsaw has a population of less than 2 million and I don’t find Polish girls THAT attractive. However, I do find Ukranian girls attractive, and I’ve heard there are lots of them there, especially when it is still University term time.

I chose to do a month here for a few reasons;

  1. It’s reasonably Westernised
  2. I know of a few daygamers there
  3. I can develop a routine, join a gym etc.
  4. A wing is planning on joining me for 10 days or so
  5. It’s central – If I get bored I can do a few reccy’s

One of my main concerns is that it may be too small. I’m accustomed to gaming in London, and although the quality may not be great at times, there’s plenty to shoot at pretty much all year round. I’ve encountered this problem before when I gamed in both Dublin and Manchester. I found myself opening the same girls repeatedly, I would just laugh it off and it was never normally awkward, but it was still annoying.

So hopefully I will be able to strike the right balance of smashing the daygame whilst not doing too many re-opens, not getting too lonely and developing some sort of routine.

Moscow has a population of 12 million and like any other man with a pulse, I find Russian girls STUNNING. I could leave it at that but I’ll give you some more reasons why I chose a month here;

  1. I’ve always wanted to go to Moscow, even before game
  2. The women are actually women – high heels, good fashion, feminine and proud of it
  3. I’ve got a wing in St. Petersburg so I may take the express train up and do a reccy
  4. A wing will be joining me for more than half of the month so I won’t be too lonely
  5. Doing a month again allows me to develop a routine, join a gym etc.
  6. Did I mention the women are STUNNING?

I’ve been reading Tom Torero’s Cold Calling Serialisations. He talks about how it’s easy to become lonely/depressed if things aren’t going well.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” I’ve had some of my favourite memories with the hottest girls in Moscow, and I’ve also had some of the bleakest travel moments of my life there. It seems to be one or the other, with very little in between. Either I’m having a great time, or I’m desperate to get the next plane out of the city.

However, I’m more than 2.5 years into my journey now, I’ve approached almost 2000 girls, there’s no excuses, I need to man up, go there and see what it’s like for myself.

This will take me up to the end of June. I’m hoping by this point that I haven’t spent all my rubels/pounds and that I won’t have burned out or melted down. If I have avoided both of these scenarios then I will carry on, most likely to Kiev and/or Minsk.

However, I’m conscious that it will be going into July at this point. It will probably be too hot to daygame outside and it will be holiday season, most of the girls will be out of town.

Looking back to last year, July and August in London were actually good. Girls were happy to be outside, the weather was nice and I got 4 notches in that period. Yes, there were lots of fair weather daygamers and spammers stinking up the vibe, but London is big, it has a higher refresh rate at this time of year and most of the part-timers can’t reach hook point, so they’re not really competition.

The only problem with returning to London is that I will have to plug back into the matrix to keep myself off the streets (not in the daygame sense). Once I do that I will probably not be able to go jaunting until the following season. I quite fancy another month or so in September/October, so I have to figure out how I will manage both my finances and vibe in the intervening months.

Euro Jaunting

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I wasn’t going to talk about this too much, but apparently it’s good to talk about it, and it is sure to play a big part in my players journey. 

As I mentioned towards the end of my last post, planning has commenced in earnest for my longest Euro Jaunt to date. I’ve already been to Bucharest, Prague (twice) and Belgrade and the longest I stayed in any of those places was 10 days.

This spring I will do at least five destinations over a time-span of at least three months, or until my money runs out, or whichever comes first. I am not planning to return home between trips as I will be quitting work (or going on sabbatical – still to be negotiated), selling up all my stuff and moving out of my apartment in London with just my carry-on luggage. Those gamma minimalist blokes off that documentary would be proud.

I am fast discovering that there are a lot of things to consider when trying to plan such a trip. Here is a list of some of those things in no particular order;

How hot are the birds in each location?

How will I travel between locations?

How likely is it that I’ll get laid in each location?

How long should I stay in each location?

What’s the best time of year to go?

Should I book the flights and accommodation in advance or leave it to the last minute and have a more flexible schedule?

Where are the best daygame areas in each location?

What is the cost of living in each location?

Will they have omelettes in each location?

Do they speak English?

Are there other things to do there in case I get a meltdown (whatever that is)?

Will I get lonely?

Will I go insane without work or a project other than picking up girls?

I have considered all of these things and could probably do a blog post on each question. However, I won’t bore you with all of those details, instead I’ll just fill you in with what I have decided so far.

My first attempt at a travel itinerary included 9 destinations with 10 days in each. From my vast Euro Jaunting experience, I found 10 days to be a good number. I sent this itinerary to my original wing and he told me I was a madman to do so many locations, my other wings approved of my itinerary and were quite jealous, but what Seven said got me thinking.  I may end up being frustrated by leaving each place with lots of leads and not enough time to convert them. The shorter stints may put a lot of pressure on me to get laid and could lead to me pulling too much on dates and crashing the car.

I then considered doing only 3 places and a month in each. This approach has several advantages e.g. cheaper rent, routine, breathing space as there would be more time to convert. The danger with this approach is that the girls could despise me and I may hate the city and be stuck there for a month.

Now I’m leaning towards hedging my bets and doing a mixture of the two. I’ve managed to get two notches on each of my last 10 day jaunts. However, I’ve heard this is not so easy the further East you travel into the FSU.

I have booked the first leg of the trip and I will be easing myself in by returning to Belgrade for 10 days. I enjoyed it there last time, they have omelettes if you know where to look, I’m still texting the hot girl I laid last time and I have a few other leads to follow up on, as well as obviously trying to bang some new girls.

After that I want to see Zagreb, Warsaw, Kiev and Moscow. I’ve never been to any of these places and I have heard very good reports on all of them. I’m thinking of doing two to three weeks in the first three and a month in Moscow. If I still have time and/or money I wouldn’t mind throwing Minsk into the mix as well. This plan may change radically going forward but that’s what I’m going with for now.

Two wings have already agreed to join me for two of the trips, if you’re are planning on visiting any of these places for some daygame then let me know and maybe we can co-ordinate dates.

Shit’s getting real.

 

 

 

 

 

2016 – The Year of 1000 Sets

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1000 sets, 23 notches, a couple of eurojaunts, no meltdowns, a little bit of burnout, swallowing the red pill, it’s been an eventful year and definitely my most progressive year in game.

I moved to London this year and that was the single biggest push forward in my game. Anyone who is complaining about living in a small city, start saving and get yourself to London. Not only are there a lot of girls (even if most of them are 6’s) but if you’re not a weirdo, you can meet some like minded guys who are on a similar journey as I have done this year.

I more than doubled my total approach count this year (its now at 1905). In 2014 I did 364 sets, notching 4, in 2015 I did 541 sets, notching 5. It was never my goal to do 1000 sets in 2016, I was quite close to it with a few days of the year remaining and decided to push through and go for it. I really don’t see how people find it difficult to track their sets. I don’t tear a train ticket, I don’t transfer a coin from one pocket to another, I finish a set and I add them up in my head, I’ve never got it wrong and I’ve never lost track.

If you are not tracking your progress, how do you know if you’re getting better? Feelz?

Here’s a rundown of the lucky ladies broken down by city approached, Nationality and (conservative) HB rating, and the * means “night/bargame” notch;

London

  1. Black beauty -English – 8
  2. Aussie Sheila – Australian – 7
  3. Thai fake titties – Thai – 7
  4. Naughty Teacher – German – 7 
  5. English Virgin – English – 7 
  6. Mauritian Beauty – Mauritian – 8
  7. Turkmenistan Girlfriend Material – Turkmen – 8, almost a 9
  8. English Paki – English – 7
  9. Japanese Outlier – Japanese – 7
  10. Greek cougar – Greek – 6
  11. Silly Spanish – Spanish – 6/7
  12. Burrito Bar Bang – Polish – 7*
  13. Hungarian Restaurant worker – Hungary – 6*
  14. French Racoon – French – 6/7*

Manchester

  1. Canadian Challenger – Canada – 7
  2. Turkish Delight – Turkish – 7 

Prague

  1. Slovak SDL  – Slovakian – 6
  2. Russian SDL – Russia – high 7

Belgrade

  1. Filthy stairwell girl – Serbian – 6
  2. Girl next door cheats on her bf – Serbian – High 7 

Cape Town

  1. Cute coloured girl – South African – 6 *
  2. Crazy tattooed girl – South African – 7 *

Marseille

  1. Holiday Romance – French – high 7 *

I don’t really like adding the bargame notches to the tally, but several of my wings have told me I’m mad not to count them. Those included, that’s almost two new women a month for 2016, if you had told me that at the beginning of the year, I’d have bitten your hand off. However, it was a grind to there.

I honestly don’t think my game is any better than that of the peers I wing with. I’ve listened back to my sets, watched theirs and if anything, they’re better than me. Maybe my sub-communication is better than I give myself credit for, but I think the biggest difference this year is that I have been out there consistently when perhaps some of the time I should have been at home with my feet up.

Let’s look a bit more closely at the stats…

Sets Numbers FB’s Flakes idates Dates Near Misses Lays
1000 18.80% 3.80% 10.70% 0.90% 4.30% 0.40% 1.70%
188 38 107 9 43 4 17

I’m still averaging a number close for just over 1 in 5 of my sets.

Of the number closes I’m getting 1 in 4 out onto a date.

Of the dates I am converting every 2.5 girls to a lay.

I had 4 near misses this year as well, where I had the girl on my bed, but could not overcome the LMR.

My stats were actually a lot better than this prior to November. My flake rate seemed to increase in the winter months and fellow players reported similar results. Daygame is definitely easier in Summer, you can still get results in winter, but it’s more of a grind.

Swallow?

This year is probably the first that I got caught up in the manosphere, I don’t read and comment on forums, but I have taken more of an interest in red pill bloggers such as Heartise, Black Dragon and Rollo Tomassi. Reading too much of this can fuck up your vibe, however, it is essential to know the biology of why women do what they do. Understand the feminine imperative, but don’t let it make you bitter.

One of the side-effects of becoming red pill aware is that you start to want to rebel against the system that you have been a pawn in all of your life. This is already happening to me and next year I am planning on hitting the eject button, at least temporarily. I’ve already saved enough cash to quit my job for at least three months. I’ll do this from April onwards and I’ve put a couple of draft itineraries together. I’ll be hitting up all the usual suspects in Eastern Europe, so if you’re going to be travelling, are not a weirdo, and would like to team up for a trip then send me an email to roywalkerdaygame@gmail.com.

I’ve been advised that jaunting alone can be tough, after all, we are social beings and I have never travelled for this long alone before, so I would welcome the company.

My plan is to daygame even more in 2017 as I will not have a job holding me back for at least three months of the year. See you on the streets…

 

 

Belgrade you Beauty

b6_ouqdiuaajymsThe dust has settled, my liver is regenerating, my thoughts are becoming coherent again and I am reflecting on what was a fun trip to Belgrade through the medium of this blog post.

In short – I like it and I’ll definitely go back, I’d go back tomorrow if I had the chance.

Here’s the long story…

Xants from citydaygame has already had his say here however, we both had quite different experiences, even though we were shacking up together.

I really like the girls there. Their fashion is great, they’re friendly, feminine and I find them fucking hot. I think they liked me too because I got more IOI’s there than I did anywhere else.

The biggest difference I noticed was the monoculture in comparison to Prague. Monoculturism can be great politically but not for improving your chances of banging YHT. I think I only approached one foreigner and she wasn’t really a foreigner, she was from Montenegro. The trouble with so many local girls is that they have established social circles that include hordes of orbiters waiting for their chance. If they’re students in a foreign city (Prague) or just on holiday (London) then this obstacle is removed.

On the flipside, the fact that they are all local and live more or less identical lives can mean that they are bored senseless and are craving for some adventure in the form of Irish cock. Read more about that here.

Belgrade is a bit bigger than Prague. You have Knez Mihailova as well as the long road up towards the University. It’s a bit hillier which I wasn’t so keen on, but I guess it’s good for the fitness.

Another thing that did strike a chord with me about the city was that it was quite difficult to find an omelette after 12.30pm. The only way we overcame that obstacle was by making them at home. According to some in the community, this is absolute faggotry.

To me, the city didn’t feel burned. But I don’t think anywhere was as burned as Prague was this Summer. I still got my fair share of blow-outs, but no more than I would in London.

Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty…

Approaches: 49

Sessions: 5

Numbers: 10

Facebooks: 5

Flakes: 4

idates: 0

First Dates: 5

Second Dates: 3

Lays: 2

I number farmed hard the first day approaching 18 girls (a lot more than my usual) as I was full of new city vibe. The number of approaches gradually decreased in the subsequent days along with my vibe.

My vibe wasn’t helped much by the fact that I was drinking and smoking heavily every night and generally not sleeping very well due to construction going on outside our apartment.

One thing that did pick my vibe up massively was having good wings. I was winging with Xants most of the time and occasionally Mr Arr and sometimes both. We kept each others spirits up and I don’t think I would have approached as much solo, under the circumstances. A shout out also goes to Garzero whom I never daygamed with but had a few beers with, he seems like a nice chap and has some good stories.

I stopped approaching after the first 5 days. I just couldn’t be bothered any more and I’d built up enough leads and had set up some dates. Here are the dates in chronological order with a brief synopsis of what happened on each;

Date 1: Pink Panther – Monday 17 October – Awkward kiss goodbye

Date 2: Police officer – Tuesday 18 October – no kiss

Date 3: Cow Girl – Tuesday 18 October – Lay in the hallway of my apartment block

Date 4: Super K girl – Wednesday 19 October – Peck on the lips

Date 5: Red Head – Thursday 20 October – Proper kissing

Date 6: Pink Panther (date 2) – Thursday 20 October – Proper kissing

Date 7: Super K Girl (date 2) – Thursday 20 October – Peck on the lips

Date 8: Red Head (date 2) – Friday 21 October – Lay

 

As you can see I was double and triple booking myself as the clocked ticked on. I set aside the hole of my last day for the red head as I had a good feeling about her.

I have a handful of leads which are still texting that I never got out, including one I closed from ‘night game’ which at the moment for me is approaching girls when half pissed (hopefully this will not be the case for much longer with the help of Jimmy). All of the girls I went on dates with are leads except for the Super K girl who has since went psycho over text. There’s still enough to go back for and a couple of them are even talking about coming to London to visit me. This is not always a good idea which I am currently discovering with my Russian. FML.

As with any city, I think if you can spend a month there your chances of getting laid will increase. Most of the girls I got out on dates were very K selected in that it would have taken 3 or 4 dates. I need to improve my screening abilities on these K girls to try determine which ones are time wasters earlier on.

What does all of this mean?

I’ve caught the bug and have already started laying the foundations. My plan for next year is to quit my job and go contracting, working only 6 to 8 months of the year. I will be ‘euro-jaunting’ the rest of the time. I haven’t decided on a timeline yet or if I will stick to the 10 day stints or a month or longer in each place. But I’ve decided I’m definitely doing it, the red pill is beginning to sink its teeth in.

 

Oui Oui Marseille

I have been in Marseille for the past week to watch football, drink beer and catch up with old mates. So I haven’t done any game as such. 

However, I just can’t stop myself when I see an opportunity…

We arrived first thing in the morning last Thursday. I met my mates at the airport and we jumped in a cab to the Old Port in the city centre where our accommodation was.

My initial impressions of the place were that it was quite grubby and in need of a good scrub. But once you get into the Old Port area it’s quite nice. There are big open, pedestrianised streets  surrounding the port which I imagine would be fine for Daygame in normal situations. The streets were full of drunken Polish, Hungarian and Iceland fans for the majority of my stay.

I got chatting to the cab driver on the way in. He was a young, good looking guy. I’d give him an 8. I asked him all about the best bars, touristy activities etc. Then I asked him about the girls, are they hot and are they available? I said this jokingly as I was really only here for the beer. However, his response tickled me. He said “it’s very difficult, you have no chance with the girls here, they don’t like foreign, drunk men”. Fast forward 10 hours and I am balls deep in a local French girl. How did that happen?

I’d been out drinking with my mates, we were exploring the pubs. There was one bar with an outside section full of Iceland fans chanting “hooooof, hooooof, hooooof”. My mate thought this was hilarious so ran over to join in the craic. I saw a pretty girl sitting on her own watching the lads and laughing. I went over to her and announced in my finest Frenglish “excuse moi, I hope you speak anglais”, “I do” she said whilst giggling. “Supeeeeer” said me.  I could see that she was interested straight away, you could even say she hooked. “Tu Es beau” I continued (which is apparently the masculine version of you are beautiful). I then switched to English, “what the hell are you doing here alone in a bar full of drunken football fans”. 

“My friend has just left and I was enjoying the atmosphere so I thought I would stay”, Green light. 

I left my friend to hoof and he quickly got bored before heading home and leaving me with the girl. 

The girl was an olive skinned  local whose parents descended from Algeria. 

We had a couple of drinks together before I invited her back to my place. She was more than happy to come back. The only trouble was that there was 4 lads in an apartment with only two beds. My mates were already in bed when I got back, however one of them obviously heard a female voice and promptly vacated the room to move to the couch. Good friend. I fucked her all night and was raw dogging her for most of the time. It’s just better. 

I ended up having a mini relationship with this girl for the rest of my stay in Marseille. She often joined me and my mates to watch football and drink beer. She is a smart, funny and very good looking girl with great big fake titties. I couldn’t get enough of them. I fucked her 3 or 4 times each night/morning. It was the closest thing I had to a relationship in about 3 years and it felt a bit alien to me.

On the last couple of days I was getting bored and she seemed to be getting more and more attached. I remembered why I don’t do relationships any more, monogamy is definitely not for me. I remember hearing a quote which sums this subject up nicely…

Ro: [on hearing Mr Hill is cheating on his wife] I don’t get it. Mrs Hill is pretty. I mean, she’s really pretty. 

Gina: Show me a beautiful woman, I’ll show you a man who’s tired of fucking her.

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The clingyness of the girl and sameness of the vagina catches up after a while. In the 6 nights I fucked her about 20 times, in different positions, places and oriphises. It was great but I was looking forward to getting back to London and chatting up some new girls on the street.

I got an email from British Airways telling me that my flight was cancelled roughly 24 hours prior to my planned departure time. They told me I would have to fly on another day due to the lazy frogs going on strike. I called them up and they offered me a flight on Saturday which would mean a two day extension to my trip. I really couldn’t be bothered to stay, my body was exhausted from all the booze and sex. I said no, I had to get back to London. They put me on a Thursday morning flight instead of my intended Thursday evening flight. I’m currently sat in the airport writing this as my flight is delayed. I’ve noticed that there is no sense of urgency with the majority of the French, they close their shops for no reason, walk very slowly and service in restaurants is generally terrible. 

Aside from shit/non-existent service, I have enjoyed this trip more than I expected to. I like the vibe in the city and the locals are generally more friendly than what i experienced in Paris. Nearly all of them giggled at my shit French instead of turning their noses up and grunting back at me in English like the Parisians did. 

I really like the sound of the French language,  especially when spoken by a hot girl. There seems to be a lot hot girls around. I found myself repeatedly saying  to my mates “look at that piece of shit!” As the girls walked by. This is a catch phrase I stole from a fellow daygamer in London, it makes me chuckle. 

I would definitely come back here and try some Daygame. I might even see the girl again if she doesn’t get too clingy.

Au Revoir Marseille and hello London, I’m looking forward to the Daygame grind. 

Cape Town Experience

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The Purpose

I was going to visit friends and decided to turn it into an extended winter escape. A good wing of mine got wind of this and asked if he could join, to which I said yes, as long as he knew that I wasn’t going to be gaming everyday.

The City

Cape Town is a stunning place. Bang in the middle of the city centre is a big mountain with a flat top – Table Mountain, you have the Indian Ocean on the East Coast, Pacific on the West. There is a buzzing nightlife, friendly people and most importantly – hot women.

The most common gripe about Cape Town and South Africa in general is that it’s dangerous. This is bullshit. If you have an ounce of intelligence about you, you will quickly figure out how to stay safe.

There is a massive disparity in wealth. There are some areas of where you have black people living in informal settlements (tin houses with no legal water or electricity supply) right next to a huge mansion with one or two rich white folk inside it. There’s definitely still a race stigma, which we won’t get into here.

The official population is just under 1 million, however, they don’t count the majority of people living in the informal settlement when carrying out the census.

The Women

I’ve never seen a more diverse range of women anywhere; admittedly, I haven’t seen most of the world. In Cape Town you have Whites of English, French, Italian and Dutch descent, Blacks, Cape coloureds (The result of the blacks and whites interloping), Portuguese, Chinese and Indian. This melting pot of cultures has resulted in some truly stunning women; it is common to see a petit white girl with big lips, ass and boobs. The vast majority of the women are obviously black because, well, it’s Africa. Of these black women about 2% of them are hot in my opinion.

Here are some more images of hot ones;

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The Cost

I spent £700 on the flights, £400 on accommodation and £800 on spending money, so all in it was roughly £2,000 for a two-week trip. You could go anywhere on the world for that money. However, once you are there you get a lot of bang for your buck (not that type of bang). The Rand is very weak to the pound at the moment so you could get a beer in most places for £1-1.50 and a really good steak in a posh restaurant for £8-10. This is what I did pretty much every day and night, I could have easily spent less money if I cooked at the apartment, but I couldn’t be arsed with that.

The Daygame

There are not a lot of locations for a decent daygame session. The best spot is the V&A waterfront. If it’s not too hot outside you can walk around the harbour, the mall is quite big and this is where I did the majority of my daygame.

If beach game is your thing, there are plenty of beaches to try, there is also Long street which I have tried a few times. However, you get a lot of beggars here, especially at night time and it’s not always safe. Camps Bay is another area I’ve tried with no success.

In the Waterfront you a mix of foreign and local girls. It was model season (most of these are from overseas) when I was there. I think I approached four models and my wing approached more.

There were a LOT of cougars walking around this mall. I approached one of these and she seemed a bit shocked, I don’t think they’re used to this.

My main issue with the daygaming there was the lack in both quality and quantity.

I went daygaming 7 times. Overall I approached 28 girls, got 1 number to nowhere (she replied to every message but would never commit to meeting) and 1 instant date to nowhere (she had a bf). My average session lasted 3 hours – 1 approach every 1 hour 20 mins. Pathetic.

In my defence I was hung over for most of these sessions so my vibe was generally shit. My wing did at least double the approaches and got loads of numbers.

The Night Game

I am not a night gamer as I have mentioned in a previous post. I’m not against night game, I’d actually like to learn how to go out and approach women at night without a drop of alcohol. But for now it’s all about the daygame.

I think Cape Town is much better for night game than daygame. At night there are lots of girls in one place and the majority of them are hot. The only problem is that there is lots of competition. One night I went out and opened a two-set with a buddy. We got chatting and persuaded them to come to another bar with us. They did and even bought us a drink when we got there. I was standing talking to my one at the bar trying to figure out how I was going to isolate and then a massive black dude strolled over, stood between me and her, shook her hand and introduced himself. I could see she was attracted to him straight away. I stood there for a minute and awkwardly started talking to my friend and his girl. I felt like a tool. I didn’t know what to do so I just walked off with my tail between my legs. That was my first ever AMOG experience, feck night game.

Would I recommend it?

As a daygame destination – No, as a holiday destination, yes. There’s just not enough girls there, I think I have been spoiled by the sheer quantity of girls in London lately.