Is a question I’ve been asked many times since returning to London, and me being my usual chatty self, I’d respond “yeah, it was good” whilst struggling to contain my shit eating grin. Here’s a more detailed response…
I’ve been back in Londonistan for a while now and I must say, it’s pretty depressing. Usually, upon returning from a Eurojaunt, there’s an adjustment period. A time to recalibrate your eyes and ears to the madness of the ugly crowds. However, this year it’s different. The crowds aren’t as crowdy, the girls are hiding behind masks and there are less of them, but there seems to be MORE daygamers on the streets. What’s more likely is that there is the same amount of daygamers, just less sets to share and hence there seems to be more. I went for a walk the other day. I’d been out for almost two hours and hadn’t done a single set. Then as I was crossing the road at the intersection of Oxford and Regent street, I saw a genuine little hottie, crossing the road at 90 degrees to me. I thought to myself “I’m going to do that, I’ll just let her cross the road first”. Then a brown daygamer opened her ON THE ROAD, she waved him away, into the oncoming traffic. Good job. Once she successfully crossed the road, another brown daygamer, bearded this time, opened her from behind, she ran away from him. Then as she got away from him, ANOTHER one jumped in front of her, this time she shouted “WHAT IS THIS?!” as she swerved him and ran down the street in tears. I didn’t open, I got a Nandos and went home. On seven of my eight walks since returning, I have returned home without opening.
So now as I reflect on Moscow, in comparison to London, it really does seem like it was 28 days spent in “pussy paradise”. I went there with low expectations, it was mid-September, the weather could have been terrible, the Chinese plague might have scared all the girls off, my logistics could have been shit. I’d agreed to share a very cheap apartment with Nick in Mayakovskaya, about 20 minutes walking distance from the main daygame strip. None of my apprehensions were warranted. The weather was great for the first two weeks, the Chinese plague didn’t scare the girls off and my logistics were just fine. But then in my last two weeks the streets were significantly less setty and the thermometer was plummeting to single digits. At the beginning of the trip I was spamming, averaging around 3 or 4 sets a day. Then in the last two weeks I did a total of 9 sets. This was largely down to there just not being that many birds about. But I wasn’t that bothered, I had plenty of action on the phone and was on dates most nights. Let’s look at the full set of statistics, and then compare it to last year.
Approach to lay count.. 1 in…
Approach to number/FB/Insta close… 1 in …
50 sets. I got a number off every third girl I spoke to, dated a third of those and banged just over half of those. I was quite chuffed with that. I also banged two girls from bar game. One on the first night out, a cute little ball of energy and another on my last weekend there. I honestly have no recollection of even opening this girl, I just recall banging her the next morning and calling her by the name of the previous girl I had banged. I genuinely thought it was her. Bottom world.
My third daygame lay was my favourite, she’s probably not wife material, but I actually quite liked her. She was hot, funny, smart and was very happy to help me with my shit Russian. I’m still in touch with her and will see her again if when I go back next year. The Ukrainian “model” really took a shine to me and has been in touch several times begging me to come back to Moscow, I probably won’t see her again as she was bat shit crazy, did I mention she had swastika tattoo? Yeah, just a little bit racist, she was. The first daygame lay was a nice girl, but she was too old, and never actually told me her real age. I had to ghost her. Girls do it to us all the time, so my conscience is clear.
So you may read the statistics above and think 1 in 16.67 is pretty good, and you’d be right. But it was nothing compared to my time in Moscow last year…
Approach to lay count.. 1 in…
Approach to number/FB/Insta close… 1 in …
I only went for two weeks, but it was Summer, there was no Chinese plague, and this made a huge difference. I did 46 sets, closed more than half of them, dated a half of the closes, and banged a third of the dates, an open to lay ratio of 1 in 11.5.
Lately I have been putting a lot of thought into moving to Moscow, my most realistic option will be to get a business visa and work remotely from there, and that’s my plan for next year. If any of my readership knows of a better way to live in Russia with a UK or Irish passport, I am all ears.
I will most likely move out of London at the end of the year. I’ve had enough of the place, 4 years has been a good innings. The one good thing to come of the China plague, is the ability to work remotely. I can go anywhere that is close enough to the same time zone as the UK and work from there. My current rough plan is to go back to Cape Town from January until March, not for game, just to enjoy the Summer with friends and get a tan and hopefully not get murdered by one of the locals. I’ll return to the UK in Spring, see what the craic is with work, before setting off somewhere else. 2021 will now be my last year of game. It was supposed to be this year, but again, I have China to thank for extending my shenanigans. 10 lays to go boys.
My time in Moscow has reached it’s conclusion, I’ve only done a handful of sets in the last week  and have no active leads left and I leave in the morning. But after 4 weeks of burning the candle at both ends, I’m ready to leave. My liver has taken an absolute pounding, and although I’ve had a great time, if I carried on like this, I know I’d end up with full on diabetes. I’m looking forward to getting back to London to dry out and lose the puppy fat that I’ve piled on from the millions of beers drunk. Below is a story about my 90th daygame lay, only 10 to go boys…
Saturday 3 October 2020
Last Saturday at around 6pm I was walking up Kamergirsky on my lonesome as both Nick and Seven were on dates, it was a first for me, usually I was the one that went on the dates. I did, however, have a date locked in for 8pm with an Azseri Instagram whore . I hadn’t done a single set that day and I was contemplating just going home and chilling out before my date. Then a silhouette of a short, slim, girl walked towards me. I locked her in my sights as she got closer and she was very cute indeed. Long brunette hair, a young face, perhaps even too young. Vicky wore an open puffy jacket over a low-cut top displaying a fantastic cleavage, and tight denim jeans and trainers.
I held my gaze as she approached, and at the last second, she darted her eyes in my direction. “GOTCHA! That’s and IOI” I said to myself. I let her pass me by so that I could see what she looked like from behind, she had a fantastic hip-to-waist ratio and I admired how it was swaying from side to side. In I went.
Vicky confirmed the IOI with a huge beaming smile as soon as I stood in front of her. The hook was instant. I found out she was from some place outside of Moscow, was 24 and was working in Moscow. She was just out “walking”, so I suggested we grab a coffee and walk together. She agreed.
Vicky’s English wasn’t great, but it was better than my Russian and I told her so. I told her “I’ll come back next year, and we will test each other, whoever can speak the others language better gets a prize”. “Deal!” said an excited Vicky. She was a very happy-go-lucky, bubbly girl.
We started walking again, as we walked, I suggested we go for a beer at the Irish pub. She said “oh, yes, I was hoping you would say that, I fancied some drinks this evening but I have no company” RING, RING, RING went the SDL alarm bells in my head.
We got to the pub and sat at the bar in the same seats I had sat with 4 different girls in the previous few days. The bar man immediately asked her for ID, she did look very young to be fair. After a few minutes I excused myself to go to the toilet, it was now 7pm, I pinged insta whore and told her that I had to cancel. I was going for the SDL.
When I re-joined Vicky, she started quizzing me on how many girls I had brought to this bar. I dodged the question… “I don’t recall, I normally come here with my mates”.
There was a local game of football on the telly above our heads and the Russian commentary was blaring in our ears which made it difficult to hear each other, so after 1 drink I suggested we go to another place. Vicky agreed.
When we left the bar, she packed up laughing “Oh my that bar man was so strange”
“Почему?” Said me in my best Russian (why).
“When you were in the bathroom he told me that I should be very careful with you, he also told me that he’s seen you there with 4 different girls in the last few days, you are not a good guy” Said Vicky.
“WHAT?!” I was turning back to go to the bar to confront him  and she pulled me back by the hand.
“No, Roy, just leave it, he’s only trying to protect me.”
“And what do you think, do you need to be protected from me?”
“No, I know what I’m doing” said Vicky.
I didn’t confirm or deny the allegations, Vicky knew what she was getting herself into, we didn’t mention the incident for the rest of the evening. I took her to another Irish bar that was on the route back to the flat. We got a little booth and sat beside each other. I went a bit deeper on the comfort, finding out about her family (yes there were daddy issues), love life and her hopes and dreams. All the usual fluff. She rebuffed my first kiss attempt, but at the second she kissed me very hard.
After this we started speaking about sex, she told me her favourite position and that she needs to feel a deep connection before sex. I wondered whether I had gotten deep enough yet. A couple of drinks later I suggested we go for a walk, it was around 10pm now. I walked her straight to my flat and she refused to come in, we went for another drink at a bar close to mine, I attempted to bounce her back again, and was again rebuffed. We went for a coffee in shop right beside the flat, I went for the bounce a third time and again was rebuffed. I threw the towel in at around 1.30am, almost 8 hours after I opened her.
Sunday 4 October 2020
We texted quite a bit the following day and I invited her to join me at the pub I was planning to watch the United game in, it would finish at 8.30pm, so I invited her to join me at 8pm. I watched United get thumped 6-1 by Spurs with Nick and Seven, Vicky didn’t turn up until around 9:30pm. She was very touchy feely when she arrived. Seven text me afterwards “Man! She really likes you”. I have still to figure out the reason for this, cos I’m an ‘orrible bastard, and she knew it.
Seven left us alone shortly afterwards and Vicky and I just chatted for an hour, I didn’t attempt to escalate or to get her back to the flat. I said my goodbyes to her at around 11pm. The texting increased significantly after this date, she told me later that evening that I was much nicer this time around and that she liked me more this way. “Perhaps PULL, PULL, PULL is not always the best strategy”, I told myself.
Wednesday 7 October 2020
I had a date on Monday and a Russian class on Tuesday evening, the earliest I could get Vicky out again would be Wednesday. We text throughout the day, my plan was to take her to a cocktail bar near my flat and then bounce straight home. As you can see, Vicky was getting quite sexual over text and was trying to escalate it further. I was careful not to warm her up too much, I’ve been burned for getting too sexual before I’ve banged the girl in the past. This one was in the bag, I just had to get her in front of me.
Vicky eventually turned up to the cocktail bar at around 10pm. She looked stunning in black high heels and a tight black dress, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were literally falling out of the dress. We sat beside each other on a couch and had a cocktail, Vicky barely touched hers.
“Where will you take me, honey” asked Vicky.
“I live just across the road, let’s go back there”
“Oh no, but your friend is still home, right?”
“Probably, I haven’t asked him, but don’t worry, it’s a huge apartment, you won’t even see him” I reasoned.
“Can’t we go somewhere else?” Asked Vicky whilst giving me puppy dog eyes.
“Ooooh K, let’s get a hotel”
I looked on google maps, the closest hotel was the Marriot, a 5-star hotel. Surprisingly, it was only £100 for a big room with breakfast included. I booked it on my phone, and we walked the 5 minutes down the road.
Upon check-in there was no LMR, Vicky was gagging for it. We banged all night and morning; she was amazing at blowjobs and really enjoyed a good deep throat. We had breakfast together the next morning at 9am, I must have got around 2 hours sleep. She jumped in a cab home and I walked across the road to my flat to begin the day’s work, I was not very productive that day.
I’ve seen Vicky a couple of times since the night at the Marriot. I like her, and she’s a candidate for the wife list. She’s hot (not a stunner, but a solid to high 7), 24, smart, funny and can hold her own in a conversation. However, she can be princessy if she doesn’t get her own way, I’ve fallen out with her a couple of times already. I think she is subconsciously shit-testing me, Russian girls can be like this, to see what they can get away with. I’ll keep in touch with her and will probably even see her again next year.
 I will do a full review on my time in Moscow, compared to last year.
 I went on two dates with her, spending quite a bit of dough in the process. I tried to bounce her to mine at the end of both. At the end of the second date she agreed to come straight to mine the next night for “wine”. I had to cancel the next night, then she blocked me.
 I confronted him a few days later, he admitted to it, but doesn’t apologise. “Thanks for looking after my girl, mate” I said in a sarcastic tone. “you’re welcome” said a sheepish bar man.
There’s quite a bit to get through since my last lay report. I intended to write a post reviewing Warsaw, and another on my brief time back in London. But I never got around to that. In brief, Warsaw was great, (I finished up with an open to lay ratio of 1 in 24 the full stats are here ), I banged a few birds, met a few sound lads, a girl I really liked and didn’t bang (I turned down the opportunity on my last night) and generally had a blast. The return to London was bleak, I did 12 sets in just under two weeks and nearly banged a hot Turkish girl the night before I left, hopefully I’ll see her when I get back. The daygame in London was terrible in contrast to Warsaw and now especially compared to Moscow.
I’ve been here just under two weeks now and it’s going pretty well. On Saturday night I got my third notch of the trip. The first was a cute little mousey girl I pulled from a bar on my first night out. The second was a girl in her late twenties on the second date , and the third is the main subject of this post. In stark contrast to the previous girl, there is plenty to write about this one…
It was a warm Friday afternoon and I was patrolling Kamergirsky with Nick and a stinking hangover from the previous night’s exertions. I’d almost SDL’d a cute little brunette only for it to all fizzle out when I got her back to a flat with no bounce back booze – schoolboy error. Hopefully, I will finish that story another day. My intent was incredibly low all day. This girl ended up being my only set of the day consequently. She was wearing high heels, a grey mini-skirt, and a green leather jacket. She had long dirty blonde hair with a big fringe. I’d actually saw her earlier in the day and weaselled it when she walked into a shop. Then as we were walking down the hill Nick pointed her out “there’s that slapper again”. She did look a bit slapperish, but I will not turn down any slappers between now and the big 100.
I shuffled along with all the enthusiasm I could muster, got in front and she stopped dead in her tracks. I got through all the usual pre-amble and found out that Lucy was Ukrainian, was a “model”, and had been living in Moscow for a few years. She was about the same height as me, had big fake lips, crazy eyes with red dots in the middle of them and a very strange demeanour. Lucy told me she had just returned from a shoot in Thailand…
“Oh, so where is your suntan?” I enquired.
“I don’t like tan, I don’t like brown skin, I’m a little bit racist” Said Lucy.
“I admire your honesty… so are you wearing contacts? You have red eyes” Said me.
“No, it’s my sickness” Said Lucy.
“oh, uhm, ok” I didn’t press the matter.
I tried to idate her, but Lucy told me she was going for some food with a friend, so I told her I’d take her for a drink when she was finished. She seemed keen, but only gave me her Instagram. She only had 16 followers and followed 1 person. I enquired why and she told me that she had to set up a new account as the last one got too much for her. Again, I didn’t press the matter.
I pinged her later that evening and she didn’t respond til around 2am when I was already on my way home. We set up a date for 7pm the next day. Saturday.
I pinged her during the day and she didn’t respond and hadn’t been online all day. Fuck. I went to the meeting point just in case (it was right outside my apartment), but she didn’t show. At 7.30 she messaged saying she was feeling lazy and that it was far to come. What a bitch! I said “thanks for letting me know” and went out to daygame thinking that it was dead.
Then when I was ordering a coffee, she video called me. I answered. Lucy started quizzing me more on why I had come to Moscow and told me that I was very brave to approach her like that. Russian men didn’t do that. It was back on. Lucy told me she wanted to come, but she didn’t want to get the metro, I told her to get a cab. She then implied that I should get her a cab. I asked where she lived so that I could check how much it would cost (so low value!!). Then she told me she would get her own cab, she just wanted to see how I would respond. Strange girl.
Hours later I hadn’t heard from her, so I joined Nick for a pint and basically gave up on the date, Lucy didn’t arrive in the centre until almost 10pm and went straight to an expensive restaurant and asked me to come meet her there. I sent her the location of the bar I was in with the following caption “Lucy, you have messed me around all evening, if you want to see me, come here”. Eventually (after getting lost a few times) she found me at around 10.30pm.
I introduced her to Nick before taking her inside, we sat on stools at the bar and Lucy wasted no time in getting down to the nitty gritty.
“I’m sorry I’m so late, I live very far, and the traffic was very bad and I get lost very easily”
“Well that’s quite obvious”
“Ok, about me. I’m 19, I’m a Victoria’s secret model , I’ve had 10 plastic surgeries, I don’t like brown people, I love taking drugs and I love to travel”
“There’s quite a lot to unpack there” Said me.
Lucy was a very strange girl indeed. I asked her to show me some of her modelling pictures, but she didn’t have any as she just got a new phone. To say I was suspicious would be an understatement.
“OK, so what operations have you had done?”
“My lips, my boobs, my nose, my cheekbones, my hair and I’ve had lipo-suction several times”
“All this by the ripe old age of 19?!”
“Yes, I’ve been modelling since I was 13, this is my job, so I want to look the best”
“But why lipo-suction? what’s wrong with diet and exercise?”
“It’s too slow!!”
“OK, and why do you dislike brown people so much?”
“They’re stupid and ugly, I hate them!”
I told Lucy about my time in Africa and how I was particularly good friends with a lot of intelligent and attractive “brown people”. She told me that I was crazy. YES. ME. THE CRAZY ONE.
We finished the drink and I told Lucy that we should go to another place. She agreed. We walked down the stairs and Nick was still there and had been joined by Seven. I introduced Lucy to Seven and she just stared at him not saying anything. I said my goodbyes to the boys and walked her to the metro, Lucy complained “I can’t believe you’re taking me on the metro! I’ve never been on the metro”
“Wait haven’t you lived here for years?”
“Yes, but the metro is for peasants!”
“Well, I am a peasant”
“I don’t like your Asian friend, he’s brown and has no eyes” announced Lucy.
“He’s actually French”
Smoke started to come out of Lucy’s ears as her brain strained to comprehend what I had just said.
“Yes, and he’s one of the smartest people I know, and the ladies quite like him”
I took Lucy to a couple of cocktail bars near my apartment before taking her home and banging her. There was no LMR, it was easy.
I took her for breakfast the next morning and she gave me some advice.
“Roy, please be careful in the future and watch out for brown people, they are evil”
“Thanks for the advice, you do recall that I’m old enough to be your dad, right?”
“haha yes, but just be careful, you are a nice guy and I feel like I am missing you already”.
Lucy would fly out to Greece the next day for a “shoot” and wouldn’t return to Moscow until after I will have left. I still don’t believe she’s a Victorias secret model, what’s more likely is that she is some sort of cam girl or lifestyle whore.
Approach to lay count.. 1 in…
 I may write a proper post on her, but not much happened of note. She is now really clingy over text and I’ve had to ghost her.
 I have checked online and can’t find her anywhere
They’re like buses, Polish girls. None for ages, then two come along in quick succession…
It was a Tuesday evening; I’d just finished work and I was walking from Nowy Swiat up Chmielna to meet a bed bugs ridden Nick Krauser. I’d barely been doing any sets, 1 or 2 a day max for the previous week. There just wasn’t much about. But as I approached the zebra crossing halfway up Chmielna, I spotted a little minx with dirty blond hair, librarian glasses and a blue figure-hugging dress.
There was no IOI, I don’t get many in this town. I let her pass me by to check out her back side, the hip to waist ratio was to my liking so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I got in front and she exploded with nervous energy upon delivery of my opener.
“This look you’ve got going on, the dress really suits you, but converse, really?” Said me.
“hahaha, it’s my favourite dress and I love my converse” Explained Paula.
She couldn’t stand still, she was all over the place, I couldn’t tell if she was trying to get away or just overcome with nerves.
“Are you in a hurry to leave or something? You can’t stand still!” – Say what you see TM
“No, I was just on my way to get some bubble tea, I loooooooove bubble tea” said Paula.
She looked young, and I was concerned that she might be underage – the typical clientele I normally see entering bubble tea establishments are schoolies and Asians.
“So, what do you do here in Warsaw?” I asked to calm her down.
“Oh, you’re not a student?”
“No, I work full time, what about you, what are you doing here?”
I told her my story and that I was heading off to meet a friend, but that we should get a drink later. I went for the number, but she only offered her Instagram. Off I went thinking that it was probably another flake, I’d had many sets like this up to this point.
I pinged her that evening and was surprised when she responded very quickly. I had a live lead.
The next day I invited her out and she said that she was working late, but offered to meet me on Thursday instead, she would finish work at 9pm and then she would have 2 weeks’ vacation so she would have lots of free time. She text during the day on Thursday asking if we could meet at 11pm. On a normal jaunt I wouldn’t bat an eye lid at this suggestion, if a girl wants to meet late at night, it usually means sex. But I had work in the morning. Of course, I decided that my career was way less important than banging YHT, so I agreed.
Paula turned up in a white baggy t-shirt, white dungarees, and her converse…
“Where’s the dress?!” Said an unimpressed me.
Paula tried to grab the frame right away, “It’s dirty, let’s go for a walk to the river”
“Nah, it’s too far, let’s go for a little walk, then I’ll take you for a drink” I reasoned.
We walked to the end of Nowy Swiat and back, and then I dragged her to a table at Cava as we passed it… “come on, this place is nice”.
I found out that Paula was 21, I told her I was 32 . I was the oldest guy she’d ever been on a date with. We spoke about astrology, family, hobbies, all the usual comfort fluff. Paula had a habit of disagreeing with almost everything I said, despite her having no idea what she was talking about.
“When I lived in South Africa, I used to kite surf in the ocean which was infested with great white sharks – I couldn’t even swim” Said me, which was a true story I often tell girls to display how stupid brave I am.
“Yeah, but sharks don’t eat people, so you weren’t in any danger” said Paula.
“Oh, you’ve BEEN there, have you?”
“No, I read about it somewhere”
“WELL, I was called off the water several times by lifeguards after someone had been bitten. Sharks will eat anything if they’re hungry” Said me – this is also true.
I had to put her in her place several times like this before she started behaving. After this I took her to a whiskey bar, and we sat beside each other on a couch upstairs.
We played the questions game; I’ve started reintroducing this lately as I’ve been over-confident and winging it far too much on dates. I found out that Paula had 6 previous sexual partners, she never had a relationship longer than 3 months, she didn’t have a lot of friends, she hadn’t seen her dad since she was 6 years old. Everything she told me screamed “I WILL FUCK YOU, JUST DON’T FUCK IT UP”.
It was pushing 2am now and I had to be up for work in the morning. However, one of the best things about working remotely in a time zone that is an hour ahead of the UK, is that you get an extra hour in bed. I only really had to switch my laptop on at 10am, and then make myself look presentable for my first video conference at 11am.
I settled the bill and walked Paula in the direction of my apartment – she wouldn’t come in.
“Let’s go to the river” said Paula.
“No, it’s late and I have work in the morning. I’ll take you to the river next time. Just come in for a little while”
She stood there saying nothing, so I took her hand and led the way. She knew what was about to happen. Paula took her shoes off upon entry to the flat without being asked, I thought “YES, this is going to be easy”. It wasn’t. An hour went by where she refused any escalation further than kissing.
At around 3am, I gave up and told her I was going to bed and that she was welcome to stay over. I stripped down to my underwear and to my surprise she did the same. She was hiding a cracking little figure underneath the dungarees. She sported a surprisingly large pair boobs for a slim girl, a tiny waist and a there was plenty of meat on her bum cheeks. Within moments I was fingering her, and she was wanking me off. All pre-tense had been dropped.
I slapped a condom on and proceeded to bang her for two hours straight. The combination of the Cialis  that I had popped just before the date and her cracking little body kept me going. Paula came three times, including when she squirted all over the kitchen floor when I was banging her over the counter. She was a horny little minx. I didn’t cum and Paula was not impressed by this, so she insisted on trying to make it happen for another couple of hours. It did not. I collapsed in a heap at around 7am and awoke at 9am for the day’s work. It wasn’t my most productive day at “the office”.
Paula is a genuinely nice, hot young girl who is 15 years my junior. I’ve since met her again and I did indeed take her to the river. I’m even planning a little trip up to the coast with her this coming weekend. But that will probably be the last time I see her, I don’t see anything long term in it, this was a lay of lust, like almost all the rest of the girls I’ve banged down the years.
 I told her my real age when I met her again a few days later. She started crying and couldn’t believe I’d been so dishonest with her.
 This is both a blessing and a curse, as she now expects these performance levels every time, and I quite frankly am very lazy when it comes to banging a vagina more than once.
I have been in Warsaw for a month now  taking advantage of the ability to work remotely. While it ain’t exactly pussy paradise, it is a lot better than London was a month ago . The streets are bustling, the girls are pretty, the weather is nice, and the food and beer are cheap.
Over the past month I have done 60 sets, closing 25 of them, dating 8 and banging 1 (2 including this one). All the rest either flaked straight away or on the date request. One pattern that I noticed, was that I was not having ANY luck with the Polish women. They’d reply most of the time but getting them out was harder than my penis after a few days on Cialis . It was becoming evident that the only way I was going to bang one of em’ was to negate the texting part, so that’s what I did…
It was around 4pm on another sunny Sunday afternoon, and I was sitting having another alcoholic beverage, beer this time, on Nowy Swiat with Nick and some of the resident gamers. I’d done one set so far that day and I wasn’t feeling very motivated to approach, I was happy with my lot, life was good. Most of the guys had got up to leave and just Mr M and I remained. He was telling me that he was going home soon, so with this in mind I was getting mentally prepared to hit the streets.
I spotted a short bronze looking girl with long brown hair down past her bum, a tight black boob tube and denim short shorts walking extremely fast on the other side of the road, she looked like a little Tasmanian devil…
“Look at that wee slapper racing down the street” said me.
“She looks nice, go for it mate, I’m gonna head off now anyway” said Mr M.
I needed no further encouragement, up I got and made chase.
I got in front of her directly outside the Ukrainian wine bar (the same place where the Belarusian opened me in the previous report). I can’t quite remember what I said, it was probably something about her not looking typically Polish with her ridiculously tanned skin and the hair down past her bum. I could see that she was getting nervous as quite a few heads that were drinking in the wine bar turned in our direction. I asked her where she was running to, just towards the Old town, said her. It turned out that she wasn’t in a hurry, she was just a really, really fast walker. I walked with her, shock, horror! Not because I’m a chode, but because I could see the spotlight effect was spoiling the set for her.
As we walked and talked, I found out that she was on the last few days of her Summer vacation and was looking to have some “fun”. DING, DING-A-LING went the SDL bells in my head.
Marina had a great vibe about her, she was an infectious little ball of energy. She was about 5’4” and was into her sports. She had a thicker frame than I’d usually go for, but there wasn’t much fat on her, she was short and toned, but there was something very sexy about her. I decided quite early on that I definitely wanted to bang her.
We walked to the Old town and I told her “It would be sacrilege to meet an Irish man and not go to an Irish bar with him.” She agreed, so we went upstairs to the Irish bar and drank some Guinness.
After this I walked us back in the direction of the Ukrainian bar, which also happened to be a lot closer to my flat. We stood outside with our drinks and I realised out of the corner of my eye, that the Belarusian was at the table behind us with another guy and was looking directly in our direction. “What a little whore!” thought me, before realising that she was probably having similar thoughts about me. I was sure that she was going to confront me and ruin the set, she was a loose cannon. But she didn’t. I saw her walking off arm in arm with the guy a few minutes later. Phew!
Not much else exciting happened after this, I took Marina to a whiskey bar to escalate on a couch and she was kissing me quickly. Soon after this I bounced her to the flat and after lots of indecisiveness on her part, I finally banged her at around 3am.
I walked her to the train station the next morning so that I could get back and start working. I didn’t expect to hear from her again, but a few hours later I got some very distressed messages from her, she was certain that she was pregnant. I reminded her that I used THREE condoms and never put my bare little penis in her vagina once. But she still wasn’t convinced. Long story short, I had to send her some money so that she could go and get the morning after pill. What a palaver, and with that she ruined any slim chance of me contacting her again.
 Except for 3 days when I had to go back to London for work.
 Although I have heard reports that it’s getting better. I mean, even me old mate Xants got laid from a recent daygame set!
 I have actually started taking Cialis, and I have been walking around with boners ALL day.
I recently tweeted about my first lay in what felt like a million years and it got a bit of attention from the Twitteratzi. Apparently one lay from 35 sets is awful, in fact I shouldn’t even be cold approaching, that’s for losers. Well what I did not mention in that tweet is that this girl OPENED ME and all I had to do was hang in there…
Last weekend I was out with Mr R. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and I didn’t have a care in the world despite being in Warsaw for over a week and not having a sniff of anything. We were stood outside a bar on Nowy Swiat at around 6pm having a well-deserved glass of wine after a long day of walking around barely doing any sets. I was feeling rough as a badger’s backside having partied until 6am with a resident crazy Irishman and a quagmire of Polish stragglers that we picked up along the way. But as soon as the sweet alcoholic tannins caressed my oesophagus, my vibe began to improve. I can’t quite remember what we were discussing, but it was something along the lines of;
“Aaaah, that’s better” said me as I gulped down the first delicious sip of wine, already thinking about buying another round.
“I’m telling you, life is actually really hard here” said Mr R.
Then out of nowhere a short little dirty blonde-haired girl appeared and asked if she could use my lighter, before proceeding to pick it up and light her cigarette WITHOUT waiting for my permission. “What a cheeky little so and so”, thought me.
I sized her up – she was slim, but well proportioned, she wore a green silk dress and was covered in tattoos. She had quite a few piercings and annoyingly had one of those septum things on her snout. I examined her face, it was young, she looked about 18 (she turned out to be 23), not the prettiest, but there was something about her. I looked her dead in the eyes, I’d seen those eyes before. Unfocused, darting about all over the place without displaying any real emotion. That was it, this girl was BAT SHIT CRAZY. Time to fire up the old engines…
“How dare you, young lady! Did your mother not learn you manners?!” Said me.
I don’t remember much of the conversation after this, but I found out her name was Alina, she was from Belarus and had been living in Poland for a few years. I got her number and I pinged her an hour or so later, she was quick on the replies. We agreed to meet later that evening, she would text me when she was free.
Rather than wait around like a chode, I decided to meet up with a couple of Danish brothers for a beer on Nowy Swiat. Eventually Alina joined us at around 9pm. We all had a drink together and she was very chatty to the other two as I took a back seat in the conversation – the night before was starting to catch up with me. One of the Danes (who was also a daygamer) picked up on this and didn’t want to tread on my toes, so he excused himself and his brother. Good lad.
Alina and I finished our drinks and we went for a walk. I walked her in the direction of my apartment and when we got to the front door, she refused to come in. We walked a bit more and Alina announced that she was going to meet some friends to party, we should meet another time. This was music to my ears as I felt I could collapse from exhaustion at any moment.
We went for drinks the next evening to a posh wine/coffee bar and then to a shisha bar. It became obvious why this girl was crazy as she explained some of her issues to me, and yes, some of them were of the daddy variety. She was a strange cocktail of a self-obsessed, know-it-all type of girl, but at the same time she was trying to please everyone else. Both the previous evening and this one she had made plans to meet friends for birthday parties straight after. I recall telling her that she didn’t have to go to every social event she was invited to – “these people got me through some very dark times, I owe them this” said Alina. I didn’t press the matter, because she didn’t seem the type to take advice, she really thought she knew it all. I got her back to the flat that evening, we kissed and fooled around on the bed. “I don’t have sex this quickly, I only met you yesterday”. Soon after this she left and I wasn’t too bothered as it was now getting very late and I had to be up for work in the morning.
Alina messaged the next day asking if I was free at 10pm. I already had a date lined up with a Turkish girl I idated the day before. I told her I’d let her know. My date with the Turk was going well, but not so well that I was going to get laid that night. At around 9.30pm I asked the Turk when she had to be home, she told me she was having fun and wanted to stay out until 11pm. FUCK.
At 10pm Alina called me, my phone was on the table in full view of the Turk and I’m sure she saw “ALINA” in huge letters on the screen. I quickly turned the phone face down; the Turk smiled and didn’t say anything. When she got up to go to the toilet I text Alina telling her I wasn’t going to make it. She replied quickly, saying that she had travelled to the centre in the rain (a huge storm had just hit) to see me. I didn’t respond.
I stayed with the Turk until the storm passed and I got a peck on the lips for my efforts at the end. She is still a live lead and will probably take a few dates, but she’s hot and doesn’t seem broken, so hopefully it will be worth it.
I pinged Alina the next day asking if she was free that evening (it’s now Wednesday). She said she would let me know later. I hate that response, I felt like replying with “just give me a yes or a no, BITCH!”. Then I remembered I had sent her the exact same response the previous day. I replied “ok”.
After lots of pissing about over text, we agreed to meet at 9pm. She had already told me that she was only free until 11pm as she’d agreed to go to yet another party afterwards. Alina eventually turned up in a nice lacy black dress and black boots. She gave me a huge hug without apologising for being late. I scolded her, “Nice of you to let me know you’re running late”.
“Sorry, my life is such a mess right now, you don’t even want to know”. Said Alina.
She was correct.
I walked us straight to my apartment which was about 50m from the meeting point and she didn’t raise any objections, we both knew that this was “the sex date”.
We got inside, took our shoes off, I poured drinks and we stood on the balcony smoking cigarettes. Every time I went to escalate further than kissing she would pull away. Perhaps it wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. Alina sat on my lap at my work desk and we watched youtube videos for half an hour or so before she excused herself to go to the toilet.
It was now pushing 10:30 and she was planning on leaving at 11. I lay fully dressed on the bed, pondering which move to make next. Then Alina came out of the bathroom WITHOUT her dress on. She was wearing a lacy black bra and underwear and all of her tattoos were now in full view. She walked over to me, got on top and started kissing me whilst biting my lip hard. I pushed her back and removed her bra, I was pleasantly surprised to see that her breasts looked bigger without the bra on. I’d say they were a large B cup, and very perky. After a few minutes of dry humping, I pushed her off me, pulled off my jeans and boxers in one fell swoop and pushed her head down.
Alina gave me one of the best blowjobs I’ve had in a long time (well, I haven’t had ANY in a long time) and she had a strange fascination with sucking my nut sack, I wasn’t sure if I liked it, but I let her carry on for a while. Quite a bit of pre-cum was now dribbling out and I was concerned I was going to blow my load so I pulled her up.
“take off your underwear” said me.
We both got fully naked and messed around a bit before she got up, walked around the bed to her handbag and pulled out a condom.
“Oh, you brought your own?!” Said me.
“I don’t trust men” Said Alina.
I lay on my back again whilst she opened the condom, it was one of those scented ones.
Alina slid it on my cock, which was about erupt at any moment, the poor little fucker hadn’t seen this much action in almost 6 months. She jumped straight on and proceeded to gyrate up and down, after about 10 strokes I was about blow. I went to push her off…
“I’m gonna cum VERY soon” said me.
“I don’t mind” said Alina as she carried on riding.
Seconds later I blew my load. It couldn’t have been much more than 30 seconds, 1 minute maximum from the moment she put the condom on, to ejaculation. I didn’t really care, I was happy to finally get my end away. But I was intrigued…
“So, you don’t enjoy sex or what?” asked me.
“It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, I just don’t feel anything because of the anti-depressants” said Alina.
“Oh” said me, in a comforting tone.
“Plus, I felt like you deserved it after making you wait” Said Alina.
“OK”. She had a fair point.
“And I have to go to this party now, so I didn’t have much time, but maybe next time we can go for longer” Said Alina.
Moments later she got dressed, used the bathroom, and let herself out just before 11pm.
I lay there on the bed reflecting. “This girl opened me, she basically held the frame the whole way through, all I did, was be there. During the dates she did most of the talking, I barely got a word in edgeways. Yes, I escalated when I had to, but the sex happened when I literally laid back and did nothing. Crazy Belarusians… wait, Belarus!…I don’t think I have that flag, I’d better check my blog ”.
I didn’t have it.
 Yes, I check my own blog to remember which flags I have. If I were a proper mPUA, this would be a humble brag, having too many flags to remember em’ all. But my alcohol addled brain forgets what happened last week, never mind which flags I picked up 6 years ago.
I’m currently setting off on my first jaunt of the year and this seems like a convenient point to reflect on the madness so far. I’m only going to Poland for a few days, but anywhere has to be better than London right now, the grass is always greener as they say.
This year I’ve done a total of 72 sets and I’ve got one measly lay to show for it. 1 in 72!
That’s 13 sets a month or 3.25 a week or 0.46 a day. Obviously, the Chinese virus has had a large part to play in my lack of sets, forcing me to take all of March, April and May off. It was the longest break I’ve ever taken in my 6 years of game.
I’d like to report that I used this time off productively, reading lots of books, learning a new skill, starting an online business, working on my SMV, all that type of stuff that you read about on twitter. The reality is, I spent most of it playing FIFA 20 on my shiny new PlayStation 4. However, this was not time wasted entirely. I massively enjoyed beating 12-year-old Chinese kids online and I am now pretty fucking good at FIFA. I progressed from a division 10 player to a division 1 player whilst only giving up approximately 400 hours of my life in the process. Bargain.
On a serious note, I did do some productive things, and I did work on my SMV.
I had a hair transplant. My hairline has been receding/thinning for a few years now, as is common for many men in their mid-thirties. I have always planned to shave it all off Krauser style when the time came. But then one day in February, I was walking up Harley street in central London and I walked past two or three clinics all offering “Free” consultations. I called one of them up later that day, went in to see them and before I knew it, I’d paid a £1000 deposit for a transplant in mid-April. How did that happen?! In hindsight, I know exactly how it happened, the consultant was a REALLY good salesman, and despite my in depth knowledge of sales techniques, I remain excellent at parting with my hard earned money when a good salesman gets his tenterhooks on me. The onset of the virus lead to the clinic bringing my appointment forward and I got it done on the day lockdown started in the UK (24 March), they had to smuggle me out the back door and sneak me home in an uber so that neither of us got gestapoed. They’ve done a great job, and most of my mates and colleagues didn’t even notice any difference in my appearance, that’s mostly because I don’t look any different yet, apparently it takes 6-12 months for the new hair to grow through.
I lost 6 kilos of puppy fat. This was not intentional; I basically stopped drinking alcohol for three months as all the bars were closed and I’ve never been a fan a drinking at home, so I just didn’t. However, I’ve put a couple of those kilos back on since the pubs have re-opened.
I’ve started learning Russian. On another dangerously expensive walk, I passed Pushkin house in central London, and outside it was a sign saying that their Spring semester would be fully online and that registrations were closing the very next day! Scarcity, scarcity, they’re trying to get you with the old scarcity tactic! I told myself. I then quickly typed in the url of the website on my phone and parted with another £400 of my hard-earned dosh, phew, just made it! I have since completed the 10-week course and have even signed up for a second semester which starts this weekend. My reasons for doing this were not game related. I would like to be able to speak basic Russian with the aim of getting a contract and living there for a year or so. I would dabble in a wee bit of daygame on the side.
So, has the time off doing all these value building activities improved my results?
Of course it hasn’t. I HATED IT.
I’ve never been a fan of taking breaks, no matter how much experience you have, any time off will make you rusty. Throw in a virus that makes girls even more scared of strangers, then you will find that the old daygame gets a lot harder, and so, that is what I have found. Here’s a rundown of the pre and post lockdown stats.
These numbers are for January and February. As you can see, I wasn’t exactly spamming, but I was still comfortably inside my 1 in 30 level of the last 2 years or so. My enthusiasm for daygame was possibly at its lowest ebb at the beginning of the year, I made the false assumption that things would be much better in Spring.
I have been out and about pretty much every day since the shops have re-opened, which was 15 June if I remember correctly. I live just off Oxford street and I do like to get my 10,000 steps a day, so I don’t really mind THAT much if I don’t see many sets on my walk. But the past couple of weeks has been taking the piss.
Almost every day I’ve gone out, I’ve spotted on average 4 daygamers and one or two sets, i.e. there always seems to be more daygamers on the streets than actual sets, how do you square that circle?
I’ve stopped and chatted to quite a few of my fellow daygamers just to gauge how they’re getting on with the “new normal”. Most seem to be struggling, but a few guys have told me they’re still getting laid. Fair play to them. I also see several twitter bros posting +1’s on a regular basis. Fair play to them too.
I’ve been thinking over whether it’s me or whether it’s London that is fucked. Have I forgotten how to do a good daygame set? Have I aged rapidly during lockdown and now girls are repulsed by me? Have I turned into a reclusive creep??
Well, I can safely say, even though you can’t see it in the numbers, I can see it in the sets. My game is fine, maybe a little rusty, but fine. I look pretty much the same, and I always was a creep anyway. Girls still like me, I’m getting good reactions. My open to close ratio has gone to piss, but I’m putting that down to girls being a bit extra cautious due to our Chinese friends. I’m confident the results will filter through soon enough, I just need to keep tapping away.
Anyway, I’m just about to touch down in Poland, London can do one.
Well this corona virus is shit craic. Just when I was getting the taste back for daygame, the whole year gets cancelled. My only goal for 2020 was to reach 100 daygame notches, this will now take a minor miracle as I still have 16 to go. But I’m not THAT arsed about it, there are more important things in life than chasing tail, like staying alive. I’d just quite like things to return to normal.
Until then, here is a story from my shambolic dating life that I have told to a few of my mates down the pub. They all found it hilarious, so I thought I’d write it up before I forget the finer details. TL:DR – this is how NOT to go about wifing up a hot young Russian girl…
I’ve written about end game in the past – finding a high-quality girl and having a go at a relationship. Before game I was great at relationships, I had four long term girlfriends, one after the other spanning a period of 13 years, I was obliviously happy with my lot. But since I learned that it was possible to have loads of girls without the commitment, that all went out the window and I became hooked on new pussy and the ego validating +1 tweets and lay reports that followed.
It was just over a year ago when I started to become jaded, I’d reached the promised land of 1 bang for every 30 opens (over a calendar year), and guess what – there was no medal, VIP pass or victory parade at the end. It was business as usual, if I wanted to get laid again, I had to get back out there and push the boulder back up the hill.
I’ve met some very nice girls down the years, so I created a shortlist of 5 girls that I thought had potential for something longer term. Jane was near the top of said list. I met her in June of 2018 and to this day she is one of the only girls I don’t get bored of hanging out with – she’s very good looking, intelligent, looks after herself well and has a wicked sense of humour. I’ve been back to Saint Petersburg several times since our first meeting and have always made time for her.
We met up in SPB towards the end of last years daygame season and we got to role playing whilst relaxing on the sofa bed in my shitty little Airbnb apartment. I told her how I’d whisk her away to any romantic destination of her choosing, I’d make her breakfast in bed every day, we’d hold hands, go on romantic walks, pose for cheesy selfies and make everyone else around us sick with our public displays of affection. She played along ‘will you hold every door open for me? And bring me flowers every day?’… ‘Of course, do you think I’m some sort of barbarian?!’. We kissed and cuddled before she turned to me… ‘Roy, I know you’re joking, but it would actually be nice to go on a vacation with you’.
I laughed at her and told her that I was no sugar daddy or Instagram photographer. However, a few days after I left SPB, I started to develop strange feelings, like I actually missed her. We were texting every day and before I knew it, I’d booked us a swanky apartment and flights to Venice for her upcoming 20th birthday. We would spend 5 nights in the floating city – the most time I’d spend with any girl in over 5 years – this would be the litmus test.
It went swimmingly for the first 4 nights, pretty much all as imagined above – romantic walks, lots of sex, lots of laughter, and lots of me pretending to be a gentleman before pushing her into an oncoming passer-by. Then on the last night it all fell apart, and quite spectacularly so…
Early in the afternoon we jumped on a boat to one of the surrounding islands, Murano I think it was called. We wandered the island aimlessly, enjoying the rare Autumn sunshine, stopping off in restaurants every couple of hours for coffee, wine and chichetti (Italian tapas). As it got towards sunset, we waited at the pier for the last boat back to the main island, it took forever so we ended up getting a bit tipsy at a little pop up mulled wine stall. It was starting to get very cold now and for some reason the internet on my phone had stopped working (I had previously been using google maps for navigation), and Jane didn’t have internet on her phone either. When the next boat arrived at the pier I announced, ‘come on, lets jump on that one, I know the way!’ I didn’t.
As we circumnavigated the main Island, I pretended that I knew what the main landmarks were and made stories up as we went. I wasn’t recognising anything and eventually I decided that we should just get off at the next stop and figure out our way home from dry land. We alighted in what looked like a deserted college campus.
‘Roy, where are we?’ Asked Jane as we walked down a long footpath with no-one in sight.
‘Ah, this is the famous University campuso, I’m pretty sure this is where Leonardo Di Caprio painted the Mona Lisa’ said me.
Eventually we stumbled upon civilization in the form of people sitting outside what looked like a beer garden, as we got closer I heard a guitar, and when we got even closer I saw a bar attached to the garden. I’d found a cool little bar with live music, jackpot! We went inside, ordered a couple of drinks and got chatting to the locals, all students. I was very impressed with how cheap the drinks were compared to the centre of Venice. We congratulated each other on surviving the trip without incident and discussed where we would travel to next. I was chuffed, I had proved to myself that I wasn’t broken, I could hang out with a girl I had banged many times and not be bored of her company. Before we knew it, it was last orders at the bar and I still had no idea which way our apartment was. I spoke to a friendly chap at the bar, instead of asking him how I would get home, I asked him which cool non-touristy bars were still open. He kindly obliged and I returned to Jane full of vim (wine) and vigour. ‘Come on, let’s go this way!!’.
My new friend at the bars recommendation was sound, he’d given me directions to a square of bars that were still quite busy. Jane and I were stood outside talking to a group of locals as I puffed away on my vape. She was in a jovial mood now and was becoming more and more animated as she spoke, then as she whirled around towards me her elbow hit my hand and my vape dropped to the floor before smashing into tiny little pieces. The smile disappeared from my face instantly, I looked at the ground, looked up at her, then to the group of Italians, then back to Jane who was stood there looking back at me innocently… the red mist descended.
‘YOU FUCKING BITCH!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW?! I’LL HAVE TO BUY CIGARRETES!!’ said a slightly agitated me.
‘Wow, wow, it was an accident, I’m sorry!’ Said jane as she stroked my arm and dragged me away from the others.
‘THAT THING WAS FUCKING EXPENSIVE!’ I explained.
‘Look, there’s a cigarette machine in the wall over there, let’s get you some’ she reasoned.
‘OK, OK, OK!’.
I walked over to the machine in the wall, pressed Marlboro gold and went to tap my card to pay, but nothing happened.
‘It’s not fucking working, these stupid fucking wops, why don’t their machines take card?!’
One of the guys in the group we had just been talking to suddenly piped up ‘hey man, those machines are cash only, there’s an ATM not far away if you need cash’.
‘Uuuhm, ok. Ok, thanks bud’ said me, I was starting to calm down.
‘Roy, I’ll go get some cash out and buy you some cigarettes, this is all my fault’ Said Jane.
‘No don’t worry about it, I’ll go’
Then the local dude piped up again ‘I can show you guys where it is’.
‘Roy, you go inside and get us a drink, I’ll go get you some cigarettes’ Said Jane.
‘OK, OK, thanks’
‘I’ll be back in 5 minutes’ said Jane before giving me a kiss on the lips and departing with the local dude.
I went into the bar, ordered us some drinks and started to calm down. 5 minutes passed, then 10, then 15, and then 20 minutes. It began to dawn on me that somehow, I’d managed to let my girl walk off in the middle of the night with a random guy that I didn’t know, and I had no way of contacting her. Earlier that day Jane put me on the phone to her mother (who is only a few years older than me), she told me that she was glad Jane was having fun and then gave me specific orders to make sure that her daughter was safe. I clearly wasn’t doing a very good job of that, so I stormed out of the bar (after finishing both drinks, obviously) and ran up and down the street looking for her. I started asking strangers ‘have you seen a blonde girl, blue eyes, long red coat?!’. No one had seen her. FUCK.
I sat down on a bench and thought about what to do next. Then I heard her unmistakable laugh come from across the square. I got up and walked towards it and sure enough there she was with the local dude laughing and joking.
‘WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN????!!’ I yelled.
‘Wow, relax dude’ Said the local.
‘FUCK OFF, YOU CAN GO NOW MATE, JUST FUCK OFF’ Said me. He scarpered off.
‘Here, I got you cigarettes’ Said Jane, remaining calm and smiling throughout.
‘What took you so long?’
‘It was further than I thought’
‘Jesus, I thought you had been kidnapped, how would I explain that to your mother?!’
‘Don’t worry, I’m fine’
‘Ok, come on, let’s go home’
As we walked, I apologised for losing my temper, Jane said not to worry, but I could tell she wasn’t happy with me. As soon as we got into the apartment, she said she was tired, got undressed and jumped straight into bed and switched the lights off.
I went out the front of the apartment to the courtyard for a cigarette. It was now around 2am as I stood there puffing away on the Marlboro golds that almost got Jane kidnapped. I was rather upset with myself ‘well, there you have it, you really are broken, how have you fucked this up so royally?’ I asked myself.
Then as I was berating myself, Jane startled me by hugging me from behind. I almost jumped out of my skin and Jane found this very funny and packed up with laughter… ‘Ooooh big strong man is afraid of the dark!’. I laughed along with her as Jane circled around to face me. She was wearing her long red jacket and high heels, then she opened the jacket to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath.
‘It’s our last night, let’s not let it end on a sour note’ said Jane.
I quickly put out my smoke, grabbed her by the hand and dragged her towards the apartment. When we got to the front door it was shut, it was one of those doors that locks upon closing.
‘Jane, please tell me you brought your keys out with you, because mine are inside’
‘No, I thought you had yours.’
‘No, I just came out for a quick smoke, that’s why I wedged the door open’
‘You’re kidding me, right?’
‘No, I really don’t have my keys’
I was very tempted to lose my temper again, but somehow, I remained ice cool from this point onwards and went into survival mode.
‘OK, don’t worry, I’ll figure this out’. Said me. I had no idea what to do.
I tried forcefully opening the door, no luck. I tried to open the windows, no luck. I looked under all the plant pots and door mats in case there was a spare key, no luck. There were three other apartments that shared our courtyard. I rang all three of their doorbells and none of them answered, bastards.
I went to pull my phone out of my pocket to look-up hotels in the area that were still open, then I realised I’d left my phone and my wallet safely beside my keys, inside the apartment. FUCK!
‘Jane, did you bring your purse with you?’
‘No. I have nothing in my pockets’
The temperature was dropping, and I could see Jane was starting to shiver. I was only in a t-shirt and jeans and was starting to feel the chill too. ‘Think Roy, THINK!’ I told myself.
I rummaged through my pockets again and underneath my cigarettes I felt a credit card shaped object, I pulled it out and was relieved to see that it was my American Express card – I had a lifeline.
‘OK, we can’t stay out here all night. We’ll sleep at a hotel and come back here to check out at 12 and make our way to the airport’ said me.
It was now pushing 3am as we set off down the high street, I was buzzing with adrenaline and was quite pleased with my plan. Jane was still visibly shivering and had her arms tightly wrapped around the lapels of her jacket so as not to flash any passers-by.
The first hotel was only a hundred metres down the street. The entrance was closed, but there was a buzzer to call reception. I spoke to the porter over the intercom and his English wasn’t great, but neither was my Italian…
‘Bonjourno, you have one roomo for tonight?’ Said me.
‘Do you speak English?’
‘Si, si, uno momento’
A short, rotund old man with wiry glasses halfway down his nose opened the main entrance door. I explained to him that I needed a room for the night and that I had been locked out of my apartment, but I don’t think he understood any of it. He looked Jane up and down as I rambled on before announcing…
‘Tonight we are full, no rooms’ in perfect English. Cunt.
He’d clearly surmised that I’d picked up a prostitute and wanted to use his hotel to wet my willy. He was half right. I tried three more hotels and got almost exactly the same response word for word. The wee fat man must have given the others advance notice.
It was now almost 4am and everything in Venice was closed. My new plan was to set up camp outside the coffee shop we went into every morning beside our apartment and wait for it to open. We could sit there and drink coffee in the warmth whilst we waited for the Airbnb host to turn up and check us out. I checked the opening times as we approached the window of the coffee shop; it wouldn’t open until 06:30, that left two and half hours to kill. We went for another walk and I spotted one of those bank machines that was inside a small building… ‘Let’s go in here!’, I dragged Jane in with me and plonked myself on the floor and propped my back up against the wall…
’You can’t be serious, are we really going to sleep here?’ asked Jane.
‘Yes, we are sleeping in a bank machine.’ Said me.
Jane lay on top of me with her back to the door so as not to expose any of her private bits and within minutes we were both fast asleep. Then suddenly I woke up and my whole body was shaking. I rubbed my eyes to try and focus. There was a police officer hunched over me shaking my shoulders and shouting things at me in Italian whilst pointing to the door. Jane was still fast asleep.
‘Si, si, si officer’ said me. I guessed that he was telling me that we couldn’t sleep in the bank machine, which was only fair enough. I looked at my watch and it was now just after 5am. I woke Jane and we slowly made our way back towards the coffee shop and sat on a bench opposite it. Just before 6am the barista arrived to open, she recognised us on the bench and asked if we were ok, I explained the situation and she told us to come in right away. People are nice.
We were very grateful for the hot coffee but after a couple of hours sitting in the corner, we were starting to get funny looks from the staff. We took this as our cue to leave. We went back to the apartment on the off chance that the host arrived early, unfortunately he hadn’t.
It was now around 9am and the streets were getting busier and busier and Jane was getting more and more self-conscious about wearing no clothes and looking like a whore. It was time to utilise my daygame skills for an entirely different purpose. I started stopping random people and asking if I could use their phones quickly to make one phone call. The first few people didn’t even stop. I thought about explaining to Jane that I was very experienced in the art of getting blown out by total strangers, but I decided against it.
Finally, a young Swedish fella who spoke perfect English was more than happy to hand over this phone. I went to dial the number of the Airbnb host, then I remembered that it was saved in my phone, which I didn’t have. FUCK. I gave the kind Swedish chap back his phone and we went for another coffee so I could devise another plan.
It was now around 10am and we were due to check out at midday. We walked back to the apartment on the off chance that the host had come early. He hadn’t. But I did notice that the name of the company that rented the property was written on a sign on the main gate. Bingo.
I dragged us back to the main street and started opening again. This time the first person stopped, she was a local Italian girl and she was actually pretty hot. I fought the urge to do my normal daygame stack and explained the situation. She gladly handed over phone, this time I went straight onto google, searched for the property and up popped a website with the contact number of the host. I called him and he was there within 10 minutes. The saga had ended.
Jane and I showered, got packed and made our way to the airport whilst hardly saying a word to each other for 3 or 4 hours. Once we got through airport security I dragged us to the bar for one last drink.
‘Well, Roy, one thing is for sure – I will NEVER forget this trip’ said Jane, breaking the silence.
‘Not exactly a rom-com ending though, eh’
‘No, it wasn’t. I was beginning to fall in love with you, I could see a future with you. But I think that’s gone now’ Said Jane, not mincing her words in true Russian style.
‘Fair enough’ Said me, I didn’t have a leg to stand on.
We went our separate ways at the airport without mentioning meeting up again, we both knew it was over.
So, what did I learn from this experience? Basically, I just need to stop being a pisshead, but if I did that, the stories would be nowhere near as good.
I’ve been back in London a few weeks now and have only done a handful of sets since returning, I just haven’t had the time for it. But here’s a story about me SDLing a girl on my last day in Moscow…
It was a Saturday afternoon, my last full day in Moscow and I was severely hung over from the night before, I’d hit the bars with Seven daygame and didn’t get home til 6am. As a result, I didn’t wake up until around 1:30pm and by the time I eventually got my shit together to go out for some food it was 2:30pm. I messaged some of the lads to see if anyone wanted to join me for a late breakfast. No-one did.
It was the start of a 2 day celebration for Moscow’s 872nd birthday, the streets were rammed full of people and there was a big event happening on Tverskaya which meant that the road was closed to traffic and it also made it a pain in the arse to cross. I was grumpy as I manoeuvred my way through the crowds to get to my favourite breakfast establishment on Kamergirsky.
When I finally made it to Kamergirsky I noticed that almost every restaurant was full and there was a real carnival atmosphere about the place. As I made my way down the street, I saw a short girl with dirty blonde hair walking towards me. She was dressed quite formally; a beige blazer, a grey blouse, pink skirt and some pink high heels. As she got closer, I noticed that she was looking straight at me. Elena was very pretty, but I was quite reluctant to open as I hadn’t even had my first coffee of the day. I let her pass and as I turned to check her out from behind, she looked back at me. “Aaaaah Fuckit!” thought me.
I walked briskly to catch her up and opened her from the side (shock, horror) as the street was very busy.
“Excuuuuuuse me, I couldn’t help but notice that you were looking at me as you past by. You’re very cute, but it’s rude to stare”
“ahahaha well I thought you looked nice too”
Elena gave me a compliment straight off the bat, so I knew I had to take this further. I asked what she was up to and she told me that she was just walking. I told her that she looked awfully formal for just walking around. She said that she always dresses well. Gotta love them Russians.
“Well, I was just on my way for some breakfast, would you like to join me?”
“Breakfast?! It’s 3pm!”
“I had a late-night last night, I haven’t even had my morning coffee yet”
“OK, well I was going to get some food anyway, so why not!”
I walked us to two or three venues, but they were all packed, so I walked us in the direction of my apartment and found a nice place where we could sit outside in the sun. We sat down, I ordered a black coffee, a glass of red wine (to take the edge off) and a burger. She ordered an aperol spritz and a salad.
I found out that Elena was from a small town in Siberia, was 24 and was a schoolteacher. We talked a lot about travel – she was amazed to hear about my years spent in Africa and I made sure to play up my bad boy/adventurous side. I told her how I’d been to jail twice, how I’d surfed in shark infested waters whilst never being able to swim properly, how I’d climbed the highest mountain in Africa without doing any training for it (all true). She was mesmerised.
I’ve come to realise down the years that playing up to the bad boy caricature helps massively when pushing for fast sex – she needs to know that you are capable of anything at any moment. This also gives her more plausible deniability when justifying it in her head “Oh it wasn’t my fault I opened my legs, it was the bad boy who made me do it”.
After the meal I suggested we go for a walk, she was in. I walked us in the direction of my apartment – she didn’t ask where we were going. It was now around 5pm and the streets were getting busier and busier as we approached my front door.
“I live here, lets go up for a glass of wine and get away from the madness of these streets”
“You live here?! It’s so close”
“Yeah, I like to stay in the centre of the city when I travel. Just come up for a little while, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable”
“OK, just a little while”.
As we entered the room Elena took her heels off by the door. Most Russian girls do this without being asked. I took my boots off and poured us a glass of wine each. Elena sat herself down in the kitchen, as far away from the bedroom as possible.
After a few moments I invited her to the bedroom to check out the view out of the huge bay windows. She was impressed. I told her how I was told off by my Airbnb host for smoking cigarettes out the window on my first night. I didn’t tell her that there was a half-naked girl stood beside me as I did so. I sat her on my lap as I put on some music on the laptop. I started stroking her hair and at this point she turned to kiss me. She was still very timid, so I got up and left her in the room whilst I went to the bathroom.
When I returned I asked her to sit on my lap again. We started kissing, this time more passionately. I picked her up in my arms (she weighed about 45 kgs so this wasn’t difficult) and carried her to the bed.
“No, no, no! No sex!”
“Ok, let’s just get more comfortable”.
We fooled around on the bed for a few minutes. I tried to rub her pussy on top of her underwear, but she kept pushing my hand away. I rolled off again, returning to the computer to play some more youtube videos. Then again 10 minutes later I picked her up and took her to the bed. I was on top of her fully clothed and she reached down to rub my dick whilst I was kissing her. I unzipped and pulled it out and put her hand on it. She tugged away whilst I reached underneath her panties and started fingering her. She pushed my hand away and again said “No sex”.
I got fully undressed and to my surprised she started sucking me off. I pulled off her skirt and underwear and returned to fingering her. She was getting very turned on, so I pulled out a condom and quickly put it on. Again she said “No sex!”. Moments later she jumped on top of me and I slid it in.
“Bad boy, bad boy, baaaad boy” She moaned as she rode my cock like I was a rodeo bull.
The sex was fantastic and after I blew my load, she lay there with her entire body trembling – she’d clearly had an orgasm. I asked her when she’d last had sex and was unsurprised when she said over a year ago. We got dressed and I told her I had to go meet my friends. As we made our way back out to the street, she asked me “Be honest, how many girls have you slept with in Moscow this time?”
“Ask no questions, hear no lies”. I try to avoid lying to girls.
At around 7pm we said our goodbyes, just under four hours after meeting each other.
After an action-packed week of debauchery in Moscow I decided to go to St. Petersburg to see a couple of old flames and allow my liver some recovery time. Whilst there I removed one girl from my marriage list, moved another up the pecking order, almost had a same day lay with a new girl and hung out with a couple of old wings. Upon leaving Saint Petersburg all symptoms of gout and diabetes were on the wane, I had a few good night’s sleep under my belt, and I was refreshed and eager to get back to Moscow. I touched down at around 5pm, was in my apartment by 6pm and on the streets by 6.30pm.
As I left the flat, I got a message from Seven asking if I wanted to join him and Mr White for dinner. All I wanted to do was sets, but I did need to eat. “Ok, I’ll see you boys there” I replied. I made my way down Tverskaya towards Kamergirsky and spotted a huge IOI off a cute little thing in a pink dress. I opened, she eye spazzed hard and clearly liked me. I went for the idate – boyfriend. I told her that it was nice to meet her and she asked for my Instagram as I said goodbye. Interested, but not available.
I moseyed further on down Tverskaya and stopped to take a picture for my Instagram story. The main purpose of this was to let my flakey Moscow leads know that I was back in town. As I was doing so, a short girl with long black hair down past her ass, a white baggy t-shirt, baggy denim jeans and trainers passed me from behind. I finished taking the picture and decided to follow up on her to see what her face looked like. It was very nice indeed – tanned skin, high cheekbones and big pink lips, BUT she had an Asian face. I took a closer look, there was no way she was Chinese, this girl was hot.
I opened and she was on guard straight away, I can’t remember much of what I said but I remember her vibe. She studied me up and down as if she was trying to decide if she could be bothered speaking to me.
“You’re very cute, but you don’t look Russian… Maybe Khazakh?”
“Ah ok, maybe your genetics come from somewhere else.”
“No, I’m Russian! I’m from Yakutia!”
“OK, OK, don’t hurt me.”
She smiled and dropped her guard a little. It started to rain so I moved her a few metres away to some shelter and carried on with the set. I found out she was a student of finance and was on her way home when I opened her. As the set went on, she apologised for being grumpy at first, guys talk to her in the street all the time and they’re usually creepy.
“Come on, it’s 7pm, it’s raining, let’s get out of the rain and get a quick a drink.”
“There’s lots of places on this street.”
I walked her to the first bar I saw, and we sat down opposite each other. As we sat Sasha told me that she didn’t drink alcohol, she ordered an orange juice and I got myself a glass of red wine. We went through the comfort fluff and then came the shit tests…
“You must do this to all the girls, this happens a lot, but I never go for a drink with guys I meet on the street”
“When I’m in Moscow I talk to 700 girls a day, when I’m in London I only do a hundred. Most English girls are ugly.“ I generally give ridiculous answers to shit tests.
She laughed and asked me more about English girls, Sasha was opening up and telling me all about her recent holiday to Dubai where she partied and drank wine every day and how she was now on a detox.
“Aaaaah so you do drink!” Her armour was cracking.
“Yes, but I’m in recovery mode.”
“Well I think this meeting is a worthy exception, I mean it’s not every day you meet a handsome, charming, funny AND modest Irish man.”
I waved the waiter over and ordered two glasses of wine this time. Sahsa looked at me, rolled her eyes and then bit her lip. I had her.
I made it clear at this point, if she hadn’t realised already, that she was on a date. I asked her if she’d ever dated an Irish man, she hadn’t. I asked if her if I was the oldest man she’d ever been on a date with, I was – Sasha had just turned 21.
She drank her wine quickly and puffed away on IQOS cigarettes as I puffed away on my vape. As we got to the end of our drinks, I suggested we go for a walk and find some real cigarettes. She liked this idea.
We started walking in the direction of my apartment stopping off to buy cigarettes on the way. We went to a bar opposite my apartment, it had a very studenty vibe about it, there were kids everywhere with laptops and it was brightly lit – not the best seduction venue. We had one quick drink at the bar before Sasha asked if we could go out for a cigarette. After the cigarette she came into me for a hug, at this point I tilted her head up and kissed her. No resistance.
I suggested we go somewhere else as the student bar was terrible, she agreed. I walked us straight to my front door which was one block away. She was reluctant at first so I used the same line I use on every girl “Just come in for a little while, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable”.
Up she came, taking off her shoes on entry. I showed her around my swanky apartment and poured some wine. We sat in the kitchen chatting for about 20 minutes before I moved her to the bedroom. There was a study desk where I had put my laptop, I sat her on top of me on the chair and asked her to play some of her favourite Russian music on youtube. Sasha obliged and played some weird Russian hip hop asking me if I liked it…
“It’s truly awful, I can’t believe you’re making me listen to this” I find being honest with them usually works best.
“hahaha, come on, it’s good, you just need to broaden your horizons, old man!”
Sasha was bobbing her head along to the music and translating every other sentence. Unpredictably, the rap music was all about bitches and hoes.
After around 10 minutes of torture, Sasha turned on the chair and kissed me. Things got quite heated, so I picked her up and moved her to the bed.
“No sex, no sex, OK?”
“OK, no sex”
We rolled around on the bed but every time I tried to remove her clothing, she pushed me away. I rolled off and we drank more wine. Sasha asked if we could smoke out of my bedroom window, I wasn’t sure as I had only checked in around an hour before I met her.
“Fuck it, let’s do it” I declared.
I opened the huge bay windows and we hung out the window overlooking the city as dusk turned to night. As we finished the cigarettes someone on the balcony opposite started flashing a torch at us, which I assumed meant that we couldn’t smoke there. This was a perfect excuse to return to the bed.
The LMR carried on for around two hours, but eventually I got her almost naked, down to her underwear. I was on top of her on the bed, slid her underwear to the side and tried to slide in raw dog. She pushed my hips away and shouted.
“Preservative!” As she pointed at my penis…
“Oooooh, you mean a condom?”
I reached for a condom in the drawer, tore it open with my teeth and slid it on with my left hand whilst my right arm was still under her back…
“Wow, you’re a pro at this”
“ssssshh” I told Sasha.
As I slide it in, she said “We’re drunk, right?”
That was the first time I ever had a girl rationalising sex as I slid my dick in…
“Yes, we’re drunk” said an almost sober me.
The sex was wild, she kept repeating “We are drunk right? You are a bad boy! I never do this. I haven’t had sex in 6 months” as she bit my neck and scratched my back with her nails.
I let Sasha stay over, I enjoyed hanging out with her and she was very good in bed. We went at it four or five times that night and then again in the morning before she left in a cab. Not much sleep was had, and I was dead the next day.
So, what did I learn from this experience? Nothing new. But here are the key points for the beginners;
Spot the switch. I knew it was on by the way she looked at me when I ordered her a glass of wine in the first bar. The vibe completely changed at this point, her guard dropped, and I knew all I had to do was be patient. I probably missed out on so many lays by not spotting this in my early days.
As with all SDL’s – Lead, lead, lead!
Thank the daygame Gods for putting them in your path.
As mentioned on Moscow – Unfinished business, I got my first lay of the trip on the first night, always a good feeling. However, the most interesting part of this story is what happened a week later – I thought I was going to get a threesome, two actually, but it didn’t quite pan out that way…
Mr S, Mr Rasputin and I were finishing up our dinner at a restaurant on Kamergirsky which would become our regular breakfast venue for the rest of the trip. Mr Rasputin had just successfully persuaded Mr S to join us for a Russian Sauna experience  the next day. Out of the corner of my left eye I spotted a brunette in a black leather jacket, leather pants and a white, tight fitting top. She was pacing up and down whilst looking at her phone – girls are terrible at reading a map. I excused myself from the table and got up to introduce myself…
Excuuuuuse me, I was sitting over there and I thought you looked very pretty, but you clearly can’t read a map!
Nip a ne ma! Said the girl as she giggled uncontrollably.
I could see she was interested so I whooped out the google translate on my phone. If you don’t use this already, I highly recommend it – there’s a feature within the translate app called “conversation” with two microphone symbols above it. You press one button to speak in English and the other for Russian (or whatever language the girl speaks). You can maintain eye contact whilst speaking into the phone and it works 90% of the time, all the time. Much less clunky than typing into your phone.
We had a bit of back and forth for a few minutes before I asked what she was doing. Anastasia said that she was trying to find the nearest metro to go home. “Booooooring” said me.
I suggested a drink just up the road and she agreed. I went back to the lads and asked if they could pay my part of the bill and I’d sort them out later, of course they agreed.
Anastasia and I spoke nonsense over google translate as we made the 5-minute walk to a bar called Let’s Rock. I got the drinks in and we sat on a couch on the mezzanine level at the back of the bar. I don’t recall what we spoke about, it was all over google translate and I’d had a couple of drinks. I do remember that she was 24, was some sort of teacher and lived far out of the city centre. I kissed her not long into the first drink and paid the bill. Time to bounce home.
I bumped into Mr S as we were walking out of the bar, who was also with a girl…
Who’s this? Said Mr S.
Just some girl I met, who’s this? Said me.
Just some girl I met. Do ye wanna all get a drink together?
Ok, why not.
Mr S’s girl spoke perfect English whereas mine spoke zero. The two girls chatted quite a bit in Russian whilst Mr S and I discussed the logistics of how we would bounce.
Can I bounce mine first? I don’t think she’d like it if you’re spanking your one silly when we walk in. Pleaded Mr S.
OK, fair enough. Said me, reluctantly.
As we finished our drinks my girl told me that Mr S was very handsome and that he reminded her of Ryan Gosling.
Ah fuck Thought me.
I really don’t see it, but yes, he is handsome. I conceded.
We all enjoyed each other’s company for a while and the girls got a bystander to take pictures of the four of us together. Soon after this the other two excused themselves and I waited around 30mins before bouncing mine back and banging her. She had a great little body, a peachy ass with a small waist and nice breasts. I let her stay the night and she let herself out in the morning, with some encouragement from me.
We kept in touch throughout the week, but Anastasia kept telling me that she was sick in hospital but was still keen to see me again before I left. It turned out that she wasn’t lying. Fast forward to the following Saturday, Mr S’s last night in Russia and I got a message from her when I was on a date to nowhere with another girl.
What are you doing tonight? I am with a girlfriend; do you want to meet? Said her.
Is she offering up a threesome?! Thought me.
I should be free in an hour, what did you have in mind? Said me
You could meet with me and my friend. Said Anastasia
Yes, YES, this is IT. Thought me, threesome for sure!
Ok, Is your friend as pretty as you? Said me.
I think prettier.
OK, let’s meet in an hour. Said me, trying not to come across too keen.
Great, can you bring your friend? Said her.
BALLS, I instantly knew where this was going.
She sent through the picture of the four of us together with the caption “Ryan Gosling”.
FUCK! There goes the threesome. Thought me.
Mr S already had a date lined up with a girl he picked up from a secret location, which only he knows about and therefore which only he can enter which contains 9’s and 10’s ONLY – so he wasn’t that keen to come along. But his girl was taking long to get ready, so he agreed to come see what Anastasia’s friend looked like before deciding.
We made our way to the bar and the girls were already there waiting for us. Anastasia’s friend was indeed very pretty. She had a slightly Asian face but had a fantastic body – curves in all the right places and a few tattoos. It was obvious from the outset that she REALLY fancied Mr S before he even opened his mouth.
We all sat down for a drink together, Mr S beside Anastasias friend (let’s call her Dasha) and me beside Anastasia. Dasha spoke perfect English and we all got along fine. Mr S now had a real dilemma on his hands, ditch Dasha, a sure-fire notch, or go after another girl he thought could be a 9. We got a second round of drinks in and as soon as Mr S put the drinks on the table he left without even saying goodbye. He obviously chose the latter option.
I knew exactly where he’d gone, but I tried to carry on as if nothing had happened and attempted to manoeuvre the girls back onto threesome drive. It wasn’t happening. After around 5 minutes Dasha realised something was amiss “Where’s Mr S?” she asked.
“He mentioned something about having to meet another friend and left” I said.
“OH” Said Dasha as her face dropped.
“Stay a little longer, it’ll be fun” I pleaded.
“No, I really have to get up for work in the morning”
She said something in Russian to Anastasia and they both got up and left me with a table full of drinks. FUCK.
Soon after this I pinged Mr White who was also in town to see if he wanted to help me finish the drinks. He obliged. We sat there and supped away on vodka orange as we caught up on the day’s events.
Come on, let’s go inside and do some two-sets. Said me
Alright then, you mad cunt. Said Mr White in his usual encouraging way.
We walked inside and I saw a cute little two-set waiting for the toilet. One had long brown hair in a ponytail which went down past her ass and the other had blue eyes and black hair in a bob. Neither spoke a word of English.
Mr White rolled his eyes as if to say fuck this.
Don’t you worry Mr White, I got this. As I pulled out Google translate.
I opened the girl in the ponytail as her and her friend both stared up at me (they were both about 5’2”). They clearly liked me, I told them we should get a drink when they were finished in the bathroom and they agreed. I got the drinks and all four of us sat up on the same mezzanine level where I took Anastasia the previous week.
It turned out the girls would have to go home soon to get the last metro. I sat beside pony-tail girl, and Mr White sat beside the other one. Mr White and I were able to have full conversations in English right in front of them as we discussed logistics….
Come on Mr White, I think this is on, lets bounce em’ back to my place, it’s just up the road.
Mate, I really can’t be arsed, mine is a 6! I’d rather go home.
She’s a 7 at least! Come on, she’s cute.
Mate she’s a SIX
At this point Mr White’s girl interjected our conversation…
Her English translation skills were clearly not up to scratch.
Come on Mr White, just come for a little while, this could be an easy notch for you. Mr White still hadn’t gotten laid by this point in the trip, so I used this against him for my own benefit.
We left the bar and the girls had agreed to come back with us. As we were walking, I remembered that I had no bounce back booze at the flat and all the off-licences were shut. I found a restaurant along the way and asked the waiter how much he would charge me for a bottle of wine. He wasn’t keen on selling it but then he finally offered me one for 3,200 rubles (not cheap). As is usual when I’m a bit tipsy, I stop caring about money and happily handed over my hard earned rubles and we were on our way.
The girls happily made themselves at home as we entered the flat at what must have been around midnight. We all had a glass of wine together before Mr White isolated his girl on the balcony and I got mine alone on the couch. I tried to kiss her, but she kept pulling away. I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom where I managed to get a small kiss on the lips. She pushed me off and said “Not now” on google translate.
After a couple of hours of neither of us getting anywhere, Mr White threw in the towel and left me alone with the two girls at around 2am.
“Second chance of a threesome” thought an ever optimistic me.
I sat the girls down either side of me on the couch, trying to spike things up by asking them if they’d ever kissed each other. They were having none of it. I tried to kiss both of them at separate points but got nowhere.
It was now pushing 3am when I got a message from Mr S “I’m bouncing will be home in 2mins”. FUCK.
I quickly grabbed both girls by the hand and pulled them towards my bedroom, but it was too late, Mr S opened the front door as we were running past it and his girl spotted my girls.
“Hey! Who are you?!” She screamed.
The three girls immediately started talking in Russian whilst Mr S and I looked at each other as if to say “What are we going to do now?!”
Mr S went straight to bed expecting that his girl would join him. But she didn’t. She stayed up chatting to me and the two other girls. They wanted to have a party. Pony-tail girl asked if she could order pizza and more wine. I said sure and she ordered it on her phone. It turned up 30 minutes or so later. I assumed that she had already paid for it, but no, she turned to me and said “It costs 4,000 rubles”… “WHAT?!” said angry me, before handing over more of my hard earned rubles.
It was now pushing 4am and I was getting tired and grumpy. I tried to get my girls to come to bed with me and Mr S’s girl to go to his room, but they were determined to stay up and party. Soon after this, blue eyes asked me if she could go to sleep in my bed and I told her yes, of course, thinking that this meant I was going to bang her. I tried one more time to get ponytail to come to bed but she stayed up listening to music with Mr S’s girl.
I stripped off and got into bed with blue eyes who was still fully clothed and sleeping already. I rubbed her leg before trying to kiss her and she muttered a load of Russian at me before turning her back to me. It wasn’t on.
I lay there in bed and the girls were still playing the music loudly at 5am in the lounge. I heard Mr S get up a few times to tell them to turn it down, we had to be up at 10am to check out at 11am. They didn’t turn the music down. At around 5.30 am I got up and went into Mr S’s room…
“Do you mind if I kick these bitches out? It’ll probably end things with your one”
“Do it, she’s dead to me”
I stormed into the lounge in my boxer shorts, pointed at the front door and shouted…
“GET THE FUCK OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT, NOW!!” I was genuinely angry, tiredness combined with two failed threesome attempts will do this to a man.
They both stared at me in shock, ponytail obviously had no idea what I’d said, but the other one did and translated on my behalf.
“Are you serious?!” She pleaded.
“Yes, LEAVE, NOW”. Said serious me.
They quickly gathered their shit and all three girls shuffled out the door at around 6am allowing Mr S and I to get our heads down for a few hours kip. What a cluster fuck.
So, what did I learn from that experience?
I’m terrible at threesomes
Provider game does not work
 It was a lot of fun, but the less said about it, the better
I’m currently sat in my Airbnb in Saint Petersburg  reflecting on the madness of my recent trip to Moscow. As is usual on these trips, I’m pretty sure I shaved at least a year off my life expectancy in the pursuit of yet more notches. But I had a bloody good time doing so…
I swore to myself that I’d never go back to Moscow again after spending a miserable month there in June 2017. Since then, when someone so much as mentioned the city in conversation it would get my back up and I’d go on the defensive telling them how much better Saint Petersburg or Belgrade were. But this most recent trip has changed my perception massively.
I’m still not sure how I agreed to go back there, maybe my ego couldn’t handle the relative failure  of the last trip and had unfinished business. But when Mr S  told me that he was going and that I was welcome to join him, initially I said no, I fully intended to go back to Saint Petersburg for my last jaunt of the season. Then one morning when I was travelling to work, I had an Ah fuckit moment of spontaneity. I went on skyscanner on my phone to check the flights, I messaged Mr S to see if the same dates suited him and booked it. I was going back to settle the score.
We arrived early on a Friday evening, checked in, got showered and hit the streets. It was a warm evening, low to mid-twenties and the sexual energy on the streets was palpable; girls were walking around in high heels, mini-skirts and low-cut tops. I recall saying to Mr S – “OK, I’ve already seen more talent in this first 20 minutes compared to a full month here last time” as we walked down a bustling Kamergirsky street. I opened my first set and she loved it. I took her number and banged her a few days later . I did a couple more sets before we sat down for dinner. Mr Rasputin was also in town, so he joined us. The mood upbeat as we dined on steak and red wine and Mr S regaled us with his latest theories on game “THE TING WIT ALL YOU DAYGAME LOSERS IS….”. This set the tone for the rest of the trip. At the end of the meal I saw a very pretty girl walking past the restaurant dressed all in black leather – I got up from the table, idated her and banged her that very same night .
Approach to lay count.. 1 in…
Approach to number/Insta close… 1 in …
As you can see from the above, I did hardly any sets, some daygamers I know do in 1 day what I did 8. I did a total of 20 sets, 2.5 a day, closing 14 out of the 20. Only 3 of them didn’t respond to the feeler. Some of them are still active leads . I dated 8 of the girls, one of them I took on 3 dates and had a near miss with before giving up the ghost and I banged two of them. So, in terms of ratios, this was probably  my best performance on a jaunt, ever.
So why the stark contrast to my first trip to Moscow where I couldn’t get a girl out for love nor money? I’ll attempt some answers;
My game has probably improved, the previous trip was over two years ago. Although I don’t feel like I’m doing much different, the extra experience must surely be a factor. Mr S and I had many conversations about having the killer instinct, the x-factor, the relentlessness, whatever you want to call it, to push through and be willing to lose leads in the process. We both have it in abundance. The girl needs to know what you’re after early on and they should see it in your eyes, especially if they don’t speak a word of English.
I’m in slightly better shape. I joke with my friends that I’m jacked and tanned these days, I’m not. But I am in better shape, despite all the booze and cigarettes.
My look has changed gradually – out with the gawdy skull rings and rock t-shirts, in with a cleaner look with plain clothing and minimal accessories.
The weather was perfect. Averaging 20 degrees every day and I don’t think it rained once.
My logistics were better. I was staying a 5-minute walk away from the centre and had plenty of good venues around for dates. I was staying much further out on my previous trip.
You might wonder why I did so few sets. I just didn’t have the desire, need, nor ability to; getting laid on the first day satiated my notch hyena. Most sets after that seemed to go well and so my phone always had action on it meaning that I had dates lined up almost every day I was there. Add to this the many late nights and lack of sleep and my desire to pound the streets was severely restricted. On the second day I woke up to find that my fourth toe was red and swollen – I thought I had gout, I also had pins and needles down the right side of my body for most of the week. I consulted Doctor Xants over whatsapp to see if he ever suffered from a similar condition, he hadn’t. Then an hour or so later he came back to me after having consulted Doctor Google – “Mate, sounds like you’ve got diabetes, you should probably get that checked”. I considered the Doctors’ sage advice for about 10 minutes before deciding “Nah, I’ll be grand” and proceeded along my path of debauchery.
So, should you all book flights to Moscow straight away? No. Mr S banged four girls in just over a week, I banged two. But I also have wings there who aren’t getting a sniff. Just because some guys are getting laid, doesn’t mean that you will. I’m not saying this to try and do my bit to prevent it from getting burnt, I think it’s too big for that. Your game needs to be tight, feel free to go and try for yourself but be warned that you may come home with your tail between your legs, as I did two years ago.
 I’ve come to see a couple of girls on my marriage list, one of which is already off it.
 I still got laid twice, but I was expecting much better
 He did ridiculously well, 4 lays in 8 nights as well as a near miss. The King is dead, all hail the King!
 I’ll do a lay report when I can be bothered.
 I’ll do a lay report when I can be bothered.
 I’m going back for a few days before returning to London.
I went to Belgrade for 10 days at the end of May – it was a washout. I did around 60 sets closing half of them. I had 6 dates all with frigid girls, most of which who wouldn’t even kiss – it just wasn’t happening for me on that trip, but I was determined to rectify the anomaly.
I decided to go back for 3 days this weekend past as I had quite a lot of mildly interested long leads from the last trip. I had about 10 girls who were very texty texty right up until the moment I arrived in Belgrade – however, they all magically lost the ability to text as soon as the rubber hit the tarmac. It’s a common phenomenon for a seasoned Euro Jaunter – the girl feels very comfortable consuming the dopamine with each text from a man far, far away, then as soon as she is forced to shit or get off the pot she gets sucked into a proximity vacuum, never to be seen or heard from again.
So, I knew on arrival that it was all about getting new girls in a very short window, no easy task in a place like Belgrade. I did 8 sets on the Friday and 5 on the Saturday. I banged one of those on the Saturday night and almost banged another on the Sunday. Here’s the story…
I was strolling up Knez Mihailova with my old wing from Manchester, the Cheshire Cat (CC). It was around 30 degrees out and my balls were working up a good sweat, I’d forgotten to bring talcom powder and it was starting to get chafey down there. CC was rambling on about how good it was to wing with Nick Krauser and watch a real master at work. “What are you on about? You’ve always witnessed mastery when winging with me!” I countered, modestly.
As we walked in the direction of Kalemegdan I spotted a tiny little brown girl in denim short shorts approaching in the distance. She completed her look with a tight black vest which sported a surprisingly large cleavage and some black sandals. As she got closer I got a better look at her face, it wasn’t Serbian, but more Persian with a slightly pointy nose. I let her walk by and wasn’t even going to open until I noticed that her ass-cheeks were hanging out of her shorts, it was a sight to behold. I had no choice but to open.
I got in front and the hook point was instant. Reena was indeed Persian, from Iran and was only in town for a couple of days. It just so happened that she was looking for something to do that very evening. I told her I knew a few cool places and that I could, as it turned out, take her for a drink right away. Reena declined my kind offer as she was on her way to meet up with some couch surfers – a very K selected thing to do. However, she did have a counteroffer, asking me if I would be free at around 10pm. I told her that I could probably make some time and that I knew a couple of cool places down by the bridge where we could go. Reena liked this idea and told me she would wear a nice dress and put some make-up on.
OK, deal, see you later. said me.
Yes, hopefully you will not cancel on me. said Reena.
It was on like donkey kong. I went back to CC and announced that I was probably going to get laid barring any curve balls. An hour later I went for dinner with CC and Nick and pinged her a photo of my tasty beef steak – she responded quickly and asked if we could meet at 10:30pm instead. I agreed.
Reena eventually turned up to the meeting point near Republic Square at around 10.45pm. She wore a tight little orange dress which made her cleavage pop out and showed off her flat stomach which was adorned with a pierced belly button. It was safe to say that I really wanted to bang her.
As we walked she latched onto my arm and confessed that she’d had a couple of drinks with the couch surfers and was a little tipsy and hungry. I told her not to worry, I’d take her for food and water on the way. Sparing no expense, I took her to McDonalds and ordered her some chicken nuggets and a bottle of water – I had a beer. We sat on high stools and I ran my normal first venue structure as she dunked her nuggets into a small tub of ketchup. I found out that Reena was 27, was born in Tehran but had moved to Italy when she was a young girl and now lives in Austria. She told me that none of those places feel like home and that she struggles to fit in wherever she goes. She continued telling me how disappointed she was with most people in her life, she hated her parents for not making her more disciplined, she hated her ex-boyfriend because he wasn’t strong enough, she hated her friends for being fake. As she spoke, she would laugh nervously every 30 seconds or so. This girl clearly had some personal issues and I was starting to feel sorry for her, I think it’s a coincidence that I was also getting a boner at the same time.
Reena finished her nuggets and water and told me she was feeling much better, so we took a walk down towards the bridge. As we did so the wind started to pick up and it started to rain heavily. We were walking downhill but the wind was blowing dust and rain uphill and into our faces, Reena screamed “AAAAAH WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS WEATHER?!”
“Come on you, it’s not far from here…” I gave her a piggyback and jogged with her for a couple of hundred metres until we got to the bar, it was quite easy as she weighed about 45 kgs.
We got inside a Serbian rock bar which had a live band playing music that sounded very similar to Classic American rock but with Serbian Lyrics. I got the drinks in and we watched the band as we did more comfort. I really liked the band and tried to educate Reena as each song ripped off Led Zepplin, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd and others, but she didn’t give a monkeys and told me she wanted to dance. We finished off the drinks and went across the road to a more clubby open air bar. It was around midnight now but the bar was still relatively empty. We got a table with a couch overlooking the hole bar and carried on with our drinks. The bar then quickly filled up and it seemed that we had the best seats in the house. It didn’t take long for me to go for the kiss and when I did, she was ravenous. The conversation quickly got very sexual, I asked what crazy stuff she gets up to and she unlocked her phone to show me some pictures. There was one of her on top of a mountain where she is posing topless but had covered her nipples for Instagram with flower emoticons. However, she accidently swiped to the original picture which showed off her glorious little boobies in all of their perty glory. Reena told me that she doesn’t like wearing bras and often flashes her boobs for fun. “Definitely not girlfriend material, this one” Thought me.
Reena couldn’t keep her hands off me and was biting my lips, neck and even my cheeks as she kissed and pawed at me, people in the bar were staring at us.
“Right, let’s go before you get us kicked out of here” Said me.
“OK, but where are we going?”
“I’ve got some wine at home, let’s go have a glass”
“But then we will just end up fucking!!”
It was now around 1am and the storm had passed so we strolled back to my place. There was no need for wine or more comfort, I put on some music and the clothes were straight off. The sex was VERY good, her body was lovely – a peachy little ass, tiny waist and large boobs for her size. Her small size made it easy to do all sorts of positions and we went at it for a good couple of hours before I finally gave in to exhaustion. At around 3am she asked if I would walk her back to her hostel to which I agreed. When we got there, she asked me to come in and fuck her again.
“Do you have your own room?” Said me.
“No, I’m sharing with 8 other guys”
“Uuuuhm, no thanks, but I’ll come in for a glass of water”
She walked us to the kitchen and no-one was around except the security guard who was passed out sleeping in the hallway. Renna jumped up onto the counter and we started kissing again. I tried to bang her right there but as I went to put it in, she pushed me straight out “No, you need to wear a condom!” I’d used my only two with her earlier. I relented, pulled her down from counter and pushed her down to her knees to finish me off with her mouth. The security guard didn’t even flinch in his chair.
I quite liked this girl despite the issues that she needs to sort out. She’s funny, cute and great in bed but clearly a bit of a loose cannon. I liked her so much that I even met her for dinner the next day (after losing an LMR battle with a Turkish 20 year old feminist) and I MAY even go visit her in Vienna.
This is a post I had written 60% of on the flight back from New York six or so weeks ago and never published for various reasons, the main one being – it was a bit shit…
Start spreading the news, I left a while ago, I didn’t want to be a part of it. New York, New York.
At the beginning of the year my flatmate, Mr S and I got into a drunken conversation about Saint Patricks Day and where would be good to celebrate it. We settled on New York given that we’re both Irish. American girls would melt in our presence, they wouldn’t be able to resist our lucky cheeky Irish charms and our no fucks given attitude, surely. It didn’t quite work out that way.
Mr S came up with some weak excuse as to why he couldn’t go on the trip, and the American girls did not distort in any shape or form in my presence, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s go back to the start…
The day before the trip arrived quickly and I was very up for it. I’d never been to New York and it was a place that pre-game me always wanted to see. Approximately 18 hours before my flight, my excitement levels took a nosedive when I received a message from Airbnb that my host had cancelled my reservation. FUCK.
I frantically searched for other apartments but found nothing as good in the same location (East Village) I had previously booked. I was forced to settle for a place in China Town, which is still quite central but not as good as East Village for foot traffic and night life. The first set-back happened before I’d even checked in for my flight…
As I went to check in online with BA (roughly 12 hours before) I got redirected to a US government website where I was told I must apply for something called an ESTA (authority to travel), but the concerning part was what it said in big red bold text at the top of the web page – “Apply for ESTA no later than 72 hours before departing for the United States. Real-time approvals will no longer be available and arriving at the airport without a previously approved ESTA will likely result in being denied boarding.” FUUUUUCK.
I called BA to see if there was anything they could do, they told me there wasn’t and advised me not to travel to the airport if I didn’t have pre-authorisation. I went to sleep resigned to the fact that I probably wasn’t going to New York anymore, but I set my alarm for 05.30am anyway (my flight was at 09:00am) with a plan to get up and check my emails for an ESTA approval. I barely slept a wink and woke up at 5am to check my e-mail. Nothing. I logged onto the government portal and typed in my details… APPLICATION APPROVED. TFFT. I did a little dance in my room and started packing. The emotional rollercoaster had already begun before I’d even left for the airport.
Approximately 12 hours, 4 inflight movies, 3 trains and a short walk later I checked into my apartment, got showered, changed and hit the streets – no rest for the wicked and all that.
It was around 17:00 in New York and Mr Arrgh (a wing I’ve been on several trips around EE with) was on his way to meet me. I didn’t see any hot girls as I made my way up from Chinatown towards East Houston. I walked West on Houston and the traffic started to pick up, a while later I got my first micro-IOI from a short little girl dressed all in black. It went well but at the end she told me had a boyfriend. It was a decent first set and I was full of optimism for the trip ahead.
We did a few more sets but the jet lag really started to set in so Mr Arrgh and I we went for some food then hit a couple of bars. I got a couple of numbers from bar game, but I don’t remember who they were, so they obviously flaked.
The next day was beautiful out, 22 degrees and a Friday afternoon. I was solo this time, but I didn’t mind as I was full of new city enthusiasm. This was the concrete jungle where dreams were made of, surely something great was going to happen. I walked all the way up to Times square and back and popped off 9 sets along the way getting zero numbers. Only one of them was a good set and she had a boyfriend; the rest were all blowouts and they were almost all the exact same – “oh thanks but I gotta go”. Most of them wouldn’t even smile. What was wrong with these women?! I didn’t let myself get too down as it was only my first full day and I needed a larger sample size. Let’s fast forward to the full set of results;
Approach to lay count.. 1 in…
Approach to number/FB/Insta close… 1 in …
As you can see, things didn’t get much better. I did 83 sets in total, averaging 7.55 per day in number farm mode until my second last day when I just couldn’t be bothered anymore and ended up getting laid (you can read about that here).
I was in a perennial dilemma; I wanted to do loads of sets, but I couldn’t find the quality, and when I did open ones that were sub-par, they blew me out anyway. In 2018 pretty much all of my sets were calibrated and I didn’t open anything I didn’t fancy. But as each day passed and I still didn’t have any solid leads I had no choice but to keep flogging a horse that was so dead, it was glue already.
I did double my normal sets per session, my approach to close ratio was three times worse than usual and from all these sets I got one proper date from daygame.
Of the 15 closes, only 3 didn’t reply to the feeler. A lot of the girls enjoyed texting back and forth, but they all seemed to lose their phones or remove their profile pictures at the exact same time – when I date requested.
Why were my results so bad?
Here is my long list of perfectly valid, vindicating, reasoned, rational excuses arguments;
American women are broken. I’m not saying that for dramatic effect, it is the honest impression I got from them. They’re feminist zombies, addicted to their Instagram likes, soy latte frappos and daytime brunching/drinking.
American women have a very strong frame. Perhaps one of the route causes of why there are broken. I can smash the odd girls frame, but it gets exhausting for an introverted chap like myself.
There are too many American women. 90% of the girls I opened were American. When I open in London maybe only 50% are English, the rest from all over. Local girls generally find daygame a bit weird, they have a big social circle and they will normally date inside that.
The weather was terrible – nuff said.
Uni was out.
I did my daygame no favours by getting drunk every night.
The quality was low. I don’t bang fat bitches, and there were a LOT of them.
The competition was fierce. I saw a LOT of good-looking men (no homo), way more than good looking girls. Another sign of how fucked America and the rest of the West is as the feminists take over.
Despite all this, I had a grand old time. Here’s some of highlights, in no particular order;
My one daygame date
Halfway through the trip I got a pretty girl out on a proper date – obviously she wasn’t American. Marta was from Brazil, a solid 7, but she was a strange one. During the set she was really into me but when I went to get her number, I told her I’d take her out for a drink some evening, she told me “Oh, I’m super busy, not sure I’ll have time”. I text her assuming that she wouldn’t even reply. She replied instantly and we set up a date for two days later.
Marta got a subway to my area and showed up looking hot in high heels, tights and a dress with a big coat over the top. I took her for ice cream (Ice and Vice, a place recommended by Runner) then to a bar that I went to every night and got on really well with the bouncer (more on bar game later). The bouncer gave me huge social proof on the way in “AAAAAH FUCK, ITS MY FAVRIT OIRISHMAN IN NEW YAWK CITY, COME ERE YA LITTLE OIRISH FUCK!!” – no I.D’s required for me or my girl. “Wow, you make friends fast!” said the Brazilian. “That, or I just drink too much” – it’s definitely the latter.
After a couple of drinks I got Marta back to my apartment and I thought it was a done deal – I could bang her then relax for the rest of the trip and do touristy shit… but she had other ideas. We were kissing on my bed and I got her top off. I went for the hail Mary and shoved my hand down her jeans to start fingering her. I got two fingers inside her sopping wet vagina, Marta was moaning with pleasure and squirming about on the bed, she was on the brink of giving in and then she snapped out of it in an instant. “NO!!” she pleaded as she pulled at my arm. I relented and rolled off. I tried a few more times until eventually I went logic mode, not a recommended strategy. I asked her why she didn’t want to have sex, telling her that it was a completely natural thing to do when two people like each other, Marta said she didn’t want to give up her virginity to someone who was going to disappear. FUCK MY LUCK. I walked her back to the subway, we kept in touch daily for the rest of my trip, but I never got her out again.
I met a local daygamer called Runner
Nash from daysofgame.com linked me up with this fella. I’m always uneasy when meeting up with randoms from the internet so I was apprehensive up until the moment I walked to the meeting point. We both eyed each other up and down (we didn’t know what each other looked like) and runner made the first move… “you must be Roy, normal people don’t dress like that”. Touché, Runner, touché.
I could see instantly that he wasn’t one of the internet weirdos and proceeded to have a good session with him. He showed me the best spots to hit for the foreign model girls and we sat down for a coffee and a chat. I was impressed with how well he seemed to be prepared for the inevitable revolution in the West.
Runner had been in the game for about 18 months and I could see he still had so much enthusiasm, which was infectious for me and equally reminded me of me when I was him. “I was once where you are now, and I know that it’s not easy” said me. He meticulously wrote notes into his phone after every set, good or bad. He went over things again and again and would frequently ask questions, most of which I gave the same general answer – “do more sets, you’ll figure it out”. Probably not very helpful, but I’ve never claimed to be a daygame coach, I’d probably plagiarise well known songs and rebrand it as daygame advice.
I went out drinking most nights with Mr. Argh (Surprise!) and justified it as game in my head. Arguably this is where I had the most success, I believe this is mainly because talking to girls in bars is more socially accepted in New York, and societal rules really are THE rules there. I ended up kissing 5 girls throughout the course of the trip and came very close to getting two of them back to my apartment. I pinged said girls throughout the rest of the trip and they’d reply but they were always too “busy” to come out again.
Despite spending a shit load of cash in these bars and not getting laid from any of it, I still had a thoroughly good time doing so. Mr Argh is easily the best bar game wing I’ve had the pleasure of winging. He’s the ying to my yang, he will be the noisy extravagant one spinning yarn after yarn but most importantly, he will DHV me, he will leave gaps for me to come into the conversation and he will genuinely try to get us BOTH laid. I try to do the same back. Bar game wing rules are a messy affair, so when you find a wing that gels with you, keep him.
It made me appreciate London
It’s the only time where I’ve come back from a trip in my 5 years of daygame and noticed a distinct increase in quality on the streets. It’s normally a harsh reality check when returning from places like Belgrade, St. Petersburg and Moscow.
LOL – don’t be silly, of course I didn’t do any. Go on trip advisor if you want to be a chode.
Would I go back?
I would. But I’d wait until Summer, I believe the weather was the biggest factor for the poor turnout on the streets.
Would I recommend it as a daygame destination for fellow Europeans?
Hell no. Ultimately this was an expensive experiment gone wrong for me, but it was one I could afford.
In my last post I mentioned that I had went to Prague to relax and see an old flame. Well, said flame extinguished herself on my arrival. Before I got there she was texting me frequently and couldn’t wait to see me. We were supposed to meet the evening I arrived and spend the weekend together. As I got into Prague on Friday night I got a message saying that she had to work late and wasn’t sure what time she’d finish – that’s girl speak for “I’ve made other plans and I don’t want to feel like a bitch”. I told her not to worry. I pinged her the next morning and she ghosted – that’s girl speak for “stop texting me”. So I had two options; 1. I could sit around, learn a language and find my purpose in life or 2. I could go out and do what I do…
It was around 1pm on Saturday afternoon and I was just finishing up in that quaint little café where I wrote my previous post. I still hadn’t heard from the Russian, she was definitely flaking. Fuck it, I’ll go out for a walk and see what’s what. I dropped my laptop at the flat and hit the streets. If I saw a girl I liked, I’d open. I wasn’t SDL hunting but that would be my only avenue to get laid and I knew the odds of doing so were extremely low (1 in 267.84 for me).
I meandered down the main strip scanning for easy targets. There was a festive feel in the air, families and couples were everywhere, it was a pleasant vibe but it wasn’t good for daygame. After around half an hour I finally spotted a solo girl of sufficient quality. I got in front and delivered “I HHHHOPE YOU SPEAK ENGLISH” with all of the enthusiasm I could muster. She smiled without breaking stride and said “No, I’m sorry, I don’t” in perfect English. Good start.
I carried on walking then I saw a tall good looking dude walking towards me, he was a male 9 (no homo) but I noticed that he was staring to the left, my right and started off in that direction. I looked right and spotted what he was staring at. It was a hot girl. I followed him following her for a few minutes. Was he a daygamer? Was he going to open her??
This girl was a tallish brunette with black high heels, a black furry coat and a sexy walk – she looked horny. She was walking fast then she would break stride every so often to look in a shop window. Her assailant was matching her stop start stride and I was almost willing him on to open. Do it, Dooo it. I let him have 3 or 4 opportunities to open then I’d had enough. I ran around him, got in front of her and laid on the patter – I could see the other guy scuttle off in a huff out of the corner of my eye.
Sofija was from Slovakia and was relatively new to Prague, she’d moved there for a job in an embassy. She was very chatty and did most of the talking for me. I tried to idate her but she told me that she had some shopping to finish. She was disappointed to hear that I was leaving the next day. I proposed we meet for a glass of wine in the evening and she seemed very keen and even spoke about which places we could go to. I took her number.
I carried on for another hour without seeing much, the wind was starting to pick up and it was spitting rain. I decided I’d head back to the flat and watch the football before getting some food and hopefully meeting up with Sofija.
On my way back I spotted another hot solo girl, this one looked Persian. I opened and to my surprise she turned out to be Khazak, she didn’t look Asian at all. Anna was a finance student and was on her way to meet some friends for dinner before going to a concert that night. I took her number and told her to text me if she had some energy after the concert. She was very responsive over text (and still is) but I didn’t see her that night.
I lay on my bed in my boxer shorts whilst illegally streaming the football and eating some almonds, not quite bottom world. Sofija had read my feeler text and not responded. I watched Untied batter Fulham, freshened up and took myself out for some food. It was around 7pm when I finished eating so I decided to have one more roll of the dice.
There were lots of Christmas market stalls in Wenceslas square and I quite fancied a nice warm cup of mulled wine, but I didn’t want to stand there drinking on my own. Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tiny little thing walking very slowly through the markets. She was around 5’2” including her heels and was wearing tight dark denim jeans, a big furry jumper and a puffy eskimo style jacket. She looked Asian – but hot, easily a 7. I wandered over to her…
Excuuuuuse me, I saw you floating through the market and thought you looked very cute, you’re like a little eskimo with this big jacket. – Instant eye spazz.
Haha well thank you
Oh, you have an American accent? I was expecting a Russian one
Sorry to disappoint you, why would I have a Russian accent?
Well, you have the look of a Khazak girl
Noooo, I’m from Singapore
Ah, I’ve never been there but I have a friend from there. Apparently it’s just one big shopping mall and all the girls are crazy. Is this true?
Hahaha – no, well yes, kinda
I was in. Harriet was on a long holiday, she’d travelled to 4 other countries before this one and Prague was her last stop. It was her first ever trip to Europe and she was travelling alone. I asked her plans for the evening. “No plans, I’m just exploring the city”. I told her I fancied a glass of mulled wine at the market and she enthusiastically agreed to join.
We exchanged travel stories and Harriet told me that she loved adventure and being spontaneous. By the end of the drink Harriet was complaining that she was really cold so this was the perfect opportunity to bounce her to a little underground cocktail bar called Parlour, which coincidentally was right beside my apartment. It was almost the perfect seduction venue, very dark and quiet and she was impressed, but there were no couches so we had to sit opposite each other. We both had a cocktail and by the end of it I could see she was getting tipsy. It was now around 8:30 and I hadn’t escalated enough to invite her back to the flat. We went for a walk and she was struggling for balance, I asked her if she could handle another drink and she said “of course!” I didn’t believe her, her tiny frame and Asian heritage were not a good combination for drinking.
We completed our trip around block and Harriet was oblivious to the fact that we’d just walked in a circle. I took her into another bar called blah blah and we sat on stools at the bar. I ramped up the escalation, peppering her arms, legs and stomach with my hands as I spun my web around her. Harriet told me that she was only just out of her one and only relationship of 6 years, she was 23. I asked how recent and she said it was 6 months ago. Soon after this I leant in for the first kiss attempt and she turned her head in the opposite direction. I finished my beer and Harriet had barely touched her drink so I did the honours and polished that off too. I suggested another walk and we arrived at my front door. She refused to come up – “I think I should go home, I’m sleepy”.
I walked her back to the metro, she bought a ticket and I went to hug her goodye;
It was nice meeting you, text me when you get home
You’re not coming back with me?
Oh, you can’t make it back alone?
Just come, please.
Oooooooo K, if you insist.
I got a ticket and we got on the metro. At this point I still didn’t think the SDL was on, I hadn’t kissed her and I figured she just wanted me to walk her to her front door, which I would have done, I’m a nice guy, really.
We hardly said a word to each other on the way back as Harriet tried her hardest to stay awake. It wasn’t looking good. We got to her front door and Harriet asked me to wait outside whilst she tidied up. IT’S ON!
It was still a tip when I got inside – clothes and make-up scattered all over the place and she hadn’t even made her bed. I shudder to think what it must have looked like before she “tidied”.
Harriet downed a bottle of water and she seemed to snap out of her drowsy state. I lay on the bed beside her and played some music on my phone. The lighting in the room was almost florescent and there was no dimmer switch or lamps. I told her my apartment was way better than hers and that we should have went there.
I pulled her in for the kiss and this time there was no resistance. Soon her hand wandered to my dick and she rubbed it over the top of my jeans. I undid my fly and she started wanking me off vigorously. I went to finger her and she pushed me off and whispered in my ear “do you have a condom?”. Luckily I had put one in my wallet earlier that day. “Yes I do”.
Harriet excused herself to go to bathroom and I could hear the shower running. Good girl. I stripped down to my boxers expecting her to come out naked but when she emerged she was fully clothed. “Take off your clothes young lady!” I barked but she giggled and refused. I pulled her onto the bed and quickly went about removing all her clothes and we fucked. I blew my load pretty quickly and she fell asleep about 3 seconds later. I got dressed, picked up wallet and keys from the table and let myself out.
On my way home I treated myself to a KFC zinger burger and as I went to open up back at my flat I found two sets of keys in my pocket. FUCK. I’d lifted my keys AND hers. I would have to see her again to give them back. Luckily I’d added her on Instagram earlier in the date. I met her the next day and we had a romantic afternoon at the sex museum before I got my Uber out to the airport.
So despite my best efforts to have a weekend off from daygame and try to spend time with a girl I’d already banged I ended up with a same day lay and a new flag. What other choice did I have?
It was 23 June and I only had a couple of days left in St.Petersburg. I was content with my results for the trip so far and was taking things easy. Gollum the great gamma and I had grown tired of circling the well-trodden daygame route – Galleria mall, up Nevsky as far as the KFC on the corner, cross the road and back the other side of Nevsky towards the mall, rinse, repeat. To escape groundhog day we decided to go for a walk up the Western end of Nevsky prospect and it turned out there was a street festival on that day. We spotted a little pop up bar/café just off the side of the main strip and decided to rest our weary legs and watch the world go by.
I was nursing yet another hangover, Gollum was feeling drained due to his latest obsession – “Getting SHREDDED” – which seemed to be a diet that consisted of eating packets of sandwich ham and nothing else. As we sat there discussing the joys of this wonderful city and our plans to come back in the new year I couldn’t help but notice a cute little blond as she was about to cross the road walking away from us.
Sorry Gollum, I have to open that. And off I went.
I got in front and as soon as I did so a wide smile broke out on Nastia’s face. Instantly I felt a surge of vibe pulse through my veins as my hangover receded for the next ten minutes. She was blonde, around 5’3”, had a piercing on her nose and wore a tight white blouse which showed off a nice cleavage but the icing on the cake was her ass. She wore tight grey faded jeans which seemed to make her ass stick out so much that you could use it as a shelf. Nastia was very bubbly and carried most of the set for me, asking where I was from, what I was doing in “Piter” and why. I found out that she was working in construction and was originally from somewhere in the far East of Russia. I went for the idate as I only had a couple of days left but Nastia was on her way to meet some friends. We exchanged numbers and off she went.
As I mentioned here, I got her out the next day. We met early on a Sunday afternoon as she had to be up early for work the next day. I took her to the usual two venues, a wine bar followed by a dark cocktail bar. There’s a very secluded couch at the back of this cocktail bar which makes it an excellent second venue. As I sat there with Nastia Seven walked in with his latest date and was walking straight to my table. He saw me sitting there, gave me a stare as if to say “You bastard, that’s my table!” and led his girl to the other side of the bar whilst sighing loudly. I’d already kissed Nastia and as I floated the idea of going back to mine she said that she had to get home to finish some work. I walked her back to the metro kissed her goodbye and didn’t get her out again. I’d assumed that was the end of it.
Upon returning from Russia I received an e-mail from FIFA –as a gesture of goodwill to celebrate the success of the World Cup, anyone with a FIFA fan ID could return to Russia without a new visa for the rest of 2018. I decided to take advantage of this and booked myself a flight back for a long weekend. A few weeks before I was due to fly out I sent a screenshot of my flight details to around 20 unclosed leads, including Nastia. Around half them replied and two of them were keen to meet.
On the Friday night I met up with a girl I had 3 dates with on my previous trip but I never got the lay as she was on her period. I thought it was in the bag for a first night lay – she turned up looking stunning in a black dress, drank a few glasses of wine, got her back to the flat and she gave me the same excuse yet again. I was furious and I did not hide it.
Why didn’t you tell me this before? You knew I was coming on this date, couldn’t you have frigged your system to change when your period arrived?! She looked shocked and confused. I tried to persuade her to let me just put a towel down but she said there was too much blood. I asked her if it would be cleared up by Sunday, my last night, and she said that it probably would be. I told her I would take her out again on Sunday and she seemed keen but warned me that she was afraid to have sex with me as she would fall in love, I would leave and she would be left with a broken heart. I didn’t have an answer for her. The best I could come up with was;
Well, I’ll definitely be
back in the new year.
Whilst this was true, I knew that if I banged her I would probably never want to see her again, I left that part out. As I sit here now on Sunday afternoon I don’t currently have any other solid leads lined up so I’ll probably try again with her tonight but the odds are slim.
Back to Nastia.
She agreed to meet me at 6pm on the Saturday evening. I wasn’t expecting much from this date, she had requested it to be early so she could get home early and she wasn’t very on on the first date.
I met her at Mayakovskaya metro and she was bang on time. It was literally freezing outside, -2oC to be precise and Nastia was well insulated in a huge puffy jacket and scarf which covered her from head to ankles with a pair of white trainers – she did not look sexual at all and I was disappointed. She kissed me on the lips as we greeted and gave me a huge hug, good start. I walked her to a quiet wine bar that I had googled earlier on. It turned out to be a great venue, not busy, very quiet and plenty of couches. As Nastia delayered her scarf and coat my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She giggled and asked me if I was ok.
Yes, yes – you look different!
And she did. Underneath the coat Nastia wore a tight black boob tube and tight black pants. She seemed to be in much better shape than when we met in June, everything looked tighter. I really wanted to bang her.
Have you been hitting the gym?
Yes, I’ve been doing yoga and gym three or four times a week.
I ordered us a bottle of Georgian red wine and she cozied up next to me as we caught up. I proceeded to drink most of the bottle as Nastia sipped her way through the equivalent of one glass for the next hour and a half. The conversation flowed and we kissed a couple of times.
You know it’s rude in Russian culture to kiss in public
Well, what should we do about this?
I think you can figure it out
It was now around 8pm, I had organised to meet my regular from June at 10pm so I needed to move things along faster. I asked for the bill and walked us in the direction of my apartment. We got to the front door and I invited her up for one more glass of wine. She wobbled at first but I re-assured her that she could leave whenever she wanted. She agreed.
As we entered the flat we both took off our shoes and I gave her a tour of my ridiculously oversized apartment – it had 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms and cost me £10 a night, quite a different from the rates during the world cup. Nastia made herself comfortable on the couch and I poured the wine. We chatted and watched videos on youtube and the time flew by. I showed her videos of Bambi struggling to walk through a snowy field – that’s what it’s like when an English girl tries to walk in heels I explained to Nastia and she packed up with laughter. I checked the time and it was almost 9:30. SHIT, time to escalate! I put the laptop to one side and got on top of her, kissed her and groped her breasts.
Can you dim the lights?
I switched the lights off and returned to her.
And can we listen to something other than Disney music?! Youtubehad cycled on to Lion king clips and the circle of life was not making Nastia wet.
The clothes came off quickly and I was surprised to see that Nastia was covered in tattoos – all in places which are not visible when clothed,I don’t normally like this look but she pulled it off. The sex was amazing and after I banged her the first time my phone started vibrating on the bedside table. It was now 10:15 and my regular was calling me as I was 15 minutes late. I text her back asking if we could meet at 11pm instead and she responded quickly with a tirade of furious Russian expletives. I felt like a proper cunt because I really liked this girl. As I replied to apologise Nastia grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth and moaned as she sucked on it – she seemed to like the taste. I put the phone back on the table and my feelings of guilt disappeared for the next 45 minutes as we carried on fucking. I collapsed in an exhausted sweaty mess and told Nastia that I needed to kick her out as I was now an hour late to meet my “friend”. She quickly got her stuff together and I walked her back to the tube. It was now around 11:15 and I was late to meet my rescheduled date with the regular. I messaged her asking where she was and she told me that she’d gone home – “I can’t believe you did this to me, I thought you were better than this”. Ouch, I guess that’s that romance dead.
It’s been very quiet on here for one simple reason – I am not getting laid . October was the first month this year where I didn’t get a new notch. The Bulgarian has become a regular, I’ve given another regular to Xants  and I’ve been dating another couple of girls that I STILL haven’t converted to notches . However, I did go on a “Euro Jaunt” recently. Actually it was more of a piss-up due to the company in tow; Xants, Mr S, his brother and I. 3 out of 4 of us got laid despite the drunken debauchery…
It was our last jaunt of the year, we all had a week of leave left and wanted to use it before it got too cold. Our destination prerequisites were – not too expensive, not too far, not too cold, hot girls and good night life. It was a close call between Kiev and Warsaw – we went with the latter due to the non-existent night life in Kiev and my constant re-assurances to the lads of how much easier it was to get laid in Warsaw. Oh the irony.
We flew out on a Friday night and our spirits were high – boys on tour and all that. We set the tone for the holiday before it began by having a couple of pints at Kings Cross station before getting the train to the airport, then another few pints at the airport, then a few cans of beer on the plane journey there.
Luck of the randomly allocated air plane seat lottery sandwiched me between a cute blonde girl to my left and a not so cute Mr S to my right. As we made ourselves comfortable the gamma in me was explaining to Mr S how I’d downloaded lots of Netflix shows on my phone to watch on the flight.
Why dontchya watchit on hur compuder? Mr S countered.
The girl to my left piped up…
Oh I don’t have any Netflix on this. She had a macbook on her lap
Ignore my friend – he’s Irish. Said me
Fuck dis – I’m goin ta sleep. Said Mr S.
And with that Mr S. proceeded to fall asleep whilst I carried on chatting to the blondie that he technically opened. She was a fashion consultant who travelled the world regularly, advised people how to dress and took pictures of them. She was originally from Poland and was on her way home to see her family for a few days. Our conversation fizzled out after 15 minutes and then she fell asleep. Soon after the drinks lady arrived and Mr S and I got on the beer. As we landed I took the blondies number as she had invited me to a party the next evening. I’d number closed before I’d even touched down in Poland – this is going to be so easy!
We arrived around midnight and got an uber to the city centre. Mr S and his brother went to check into their apartment and Xants and I tried to do the same. The Airbnb instructions told us to go and fetch the keys from a café. As we approached the café we noticed that it looked awfully dark and there were no people in it. Strange. When we got to the entrance we noticed that it was definitely closed. It was 23:45 and the sign said that it closed at 00:00. Lazy feckin’ Poles. I tried to contact the landlord several times but to no avail. Eventually I contacted airbnb and they said they would put us up in a hotel for the night and pay for any expenses (including alcohol) to the value of £30 whilst we did so. We carried on drinking until we couldn’t be arsed checking into a hotel and ended up crashing on Mr S’s couch. I never did claim any expenses.
The next morning we all went for breakfast and soon realised that pork sausages do not exist in Poland – all breakfasts come with those rubbish Vienna type sausages, we were mortified and already wanted to go home. Local resident, Mr R who is originally from Leeds joined us to catch-up before we all parted ways and Xants and I tried again to gain entry to our apartment, this time successfully.
From here on in the rest of the trip is a blur. I remember for the first three or four days that I was approaching a fair bit. I did 40 daygame sets in total and “closed” 20 (mostly on Instagram as they still don’t seem to do whatsapp there) of these. My vibe was terrible throughout as we were hitting it hard in the bars every night and this is where I was arguably more successful.
The reactions on the street were generally good, I only remember a couple of blowouts but something was off. I was getting contact details from half of the girls and most of them were replying – getting them out was the tricky part. There could be myriad reasons for this; they were genuinely busy with Uni, they had boyfriends, they’d been opened 20 times after I opened them, they just gave me their details to get rid, and, and , and… There’s no point losing sleep over it, accept it and move on thought me.
I had four dates on the trip;
Blondie from the plane – I got her out a few days later in the afternoon. We went for coffee then a walk and then a beer. Every time I tried to escalate she recoiled at the same time as biting her bottom lip. Cognitive dissonance in full display if I’ve ever seen it. The old hind brain/fore brain conflict and the fore won again. We agreed to meet a day later but in the intervening time her grandmother died which created somewhat of a cock-block (how selfish!) and I never saw blondie again.
The 9 from last year – This is a girl I had two dates with on my last trip to Warsaw. She had dropped a point having aged a year and a half and put on a little bit of weight. She was still a solid 8 though. She was happy to spend an entire evening with me without actually doing anything, Initially it was nice to hang out with a hot girl but I soon got fed up of this and put her on the spot – “Are you attracted to me or not?”. She told me that she was but that she didn’t want to grow feelings or get attached to me as I was leaving the city. Fair enough. Whore.
Cute Ukrainian – my only proper date from daygame out of the 40 girls I opened. She was a short 21-year-old brunette who worked as a dentist and spoke zero English. I tried to hug her as we met for the date and she recoiled whilst frantically typing “Wow you are so fast!” into her google translate. I wasted around two hours of my time with her, I genuinely liked her but it would have taken about 20 dates to get the lay and I ain’t got time for that shit. We said our goodbyes and I didn’t bother contacting her again.
Mr R’s regular – On my last day I still hadn’t gotten laid so I decided to go hail mary and hunt for SDL’s. As I was walking through the frying pan area of Warsaw (between the underpass and the park) I spotted a tall girl walking slowly with a black dress and high heels. I wasted no time in opening and she was very receptive. Turned out she was Ukrainian and in Warsaw to study – all the hottest girls in the city are from Ukraine. I asked her what she was up to and she said “oh, just walking”. I bounced her for a coffee and we showed each other pictures from our Instagram profiles and added each other as friends. As I looked through her pictures I had a peculiar feeling of familiarity. I was sure I’d seen this girls pictures before but I didn’t know where. After the coffee we went for a walk towards the old town before we settled on an Irish bar for a proper drink. I asked about her plans for the rest of the evening and she told me that she was going to a friends birthday party. It was still bugging me where I knew this girl from. I sent a screenshot of her Instagram to the Warsaw group chat asking if anyone knew this girl. A few minutes later Mr R replied “Yip, that’s my 18 yr/old regular. Be quick, she’s meeting me at 8:30”. Fuck. We finished our drinks and I sent her on her way.
As mentioned above – the nightgame seemed like it would bare more fruit. I probably approached almost as many girls at night, most of them two-sets, as I did during the day. The closest I got to getting laid was a two set I did with Xants with a few nights left.
We were in the smoking section upstairs in a bar/club called Plan B. The night was young and we were scanning for sets, we stood around a small table and I spotted a cute two-set to my left which was directly behind Xants. He was mad keen to do mystery method openers so he cocked his shoulders towards them… “Oi, who’s better, the Rolling Stones or the Beatles?” They stopped what they were talking about and hooked instantly.
The girl closest to him said beatles and the one closest to me (the hotter one) said stones. I congratulated her on her good choice before shutting up and letting Xants proceed. After a few minutes he talked in my ear “this is going nowhere mate, let’s just go”. I begged to differ and insisted that we stick it out a bit longer.
The hotter one, let’s call her Sienna, was slim with longish black hair, pale skin and a fiery personality. She had a funny accent as she’d lived in London for a few years, it was a mix of Queens English and Polish, it was weird and I told her this many times. The other girl was a little frumpier with shorter, brown hair and had more good girl vibes about her.
The four of us spent the rest of the evening together. We had a couple of rounds in plan B before getting a taxi back to our area. As we got in the cab the girls decided that they wanted to show us the clubs that Polish people go to. We reluctantly agreed. They led us to a loud club with lots of pissed up Poles in it. Xants and I scanned the room quickly before turning to the girls and telling them they were coming to Pawilowny with us. They agreed.
We sat downstairs in the serial killer bar, smoked cigarettes and had one more drink. It was now pushing 2am and the bar was closing. We walked the girls in the direction of our apartment and as we got closer I floated the idea of them coming up for a night cap. They agreed.
When we got inside Sienna announced that she had no cigarettes left, neither had I and neither had Xants. I took this as the perfect opportunity to isolate. I asked Sienna to come across the road to the 24hour dive bar with me to buy them there. Her friend wasn’t keen on staying alone with Xants in the apartment but Sienna reassured her that everything would be ok. We got to the bar and as I was ordering the cigarettes I ordered two beers. Sienna feigned a look of surprise but did not protest. We sat beside each other on a couch and within minutes we had tongues down each other’s throats. It was very romantic. We finished the drinks and Sienna said that we should go back to check on her friend. I agreed.
When we got back to the room Xants and her friend had moved to his bedroom. I walked Sienna straight to my room for what I thought was going to be an easy lay. Instead I battled LMR all night long as she insisted that we would not be having sex. Sienna liked it rough and got very turned on when I choked her and pulled on her hair, but every time I tried to finger her she would push my hand away. Eventually she told me that she was on her period. Fuck. I kindly offered to put a towel down, but she wasn’t having it. I got Sienna down to her underwear and as I sucked on her surprisingly nice boobs she gouged her nails deep into my back. At the time I didn’t feel much pain due to the alcohol in my system. At around 5am we both collapsed in an exhausted mess. Sienna woke up again at 6am as she had to get to work, she went out to the lounge to find her friend sleeping on the couch, woke her up and they both left in a hurry.
Still half asleep I staggered to the bathroom for a piss. As I washed my hands I got a glimpse of my back, I turned it to the mirror to get a better look and it was red raw, she had dug her nails in so deep that she’d drawn blood. I returned to the bed and noticed that the white sheets were no longer white, there was blood all over them. Was it her period blood or the blood from my back? Either way it didn’t look good. I went back to sleep and as soon as I woke up I text her saying that I had fun. Sienna didn’t reply for a few hours and I was freaking out. Thankfully she eventually replied saying “me too 😊”. I never got her out again.
I mentioned that 3 out of 4 of us got laid. By now it should be obvious that I was the only one that didn’t get laid – this is a rare occurrence and I was so irritated that I almost had my first melt down. Meanwhile Xants banged a bar game girl on the last night. Mr. S banged two girls from bar game, his little brother banged FOUR, TWO of which were his first daygame notches and most spectacularly, both of them were on the SAME day. The wee bastard. This did not help my vibe but I tried my best to be happy for them all. Truth was I couldn’t wait to get away from them all and get away from Warsaw. Mentally I attempted to console myself with cliché’s – “you win some, you lose some”, “it’s a marathon not a sprint”. But none of that shit matters when you’re there in the moment riding the ups and downs. It would take it’s toll on any man.
I started to feel human a few days after I got back to London so I invited the Bulgarian round. After I’d finished unleashing my sexual frustration on her she lay there on her back huffing and puffing with a curious look on her face;
What happened your back and your arms? You’re all scratched and covered in bruises!
I decided this was the appropriate time for a white lie…
Oh, shit, I don’t know. I must have fallen over when I was drunk in Poland.
I could see her processing my lame alibi before she said;
Ok, makes sense.
 by new girls
 bottom world
 one of them proposed to me over whatsapp the other day. Sounds legit.
I’ve been back in sunny London for a couple of weeks now and it has felt good to plug back in and get some routine into my life. I become a total rabbit on Euro Jaunts – smoking, drinking, eating crap, daygaming and going on dates is all I do and I never make time to do anything productive. It’s not a healthy lifestyle and each one of these trips knocks a year of two off my life expectancy, but I have bloody good fun whilst doing so.
I enjoyed last years three day reccy so much that I decided to go back to Saint Petersburg this time for three WEEKS. It was a thoroughly enjoyable trip full of ups, downs, PUA handbags politics, steaks, burgers, piss-ups, hangovers, babushkas, multiple flat moves, dates, a mini-relationship and a couple of bangs. Here’s the story…
After a fruitless week in Krakow my enthusiasm was high as I boarded the plane to Saint Petersburg. Nick arrived at the airport from Newcastle slightly after me. We got our local sim cards and after some pissing about eventually jumped in an uber to the city centre. There was a sense of excitement in the air; Nick had never been to the city before and I was eager to see if it would live up to the promise showed on the previous years trip.
We both checked into our respective accommodation, showered and met for food in a little restaurant just off Nevsky prospect. Nick was talking loudly and telling tall tales (I can’t remember what about – it was probably about the 1,056,323rd book of the year he was reading), but I noticed that the girl to his right kept looking at him and smiling as he did so. I sent him a message to tell him this. A few minutes later he opened her indirectly(!) Before we left the restaurant he took her instagram, so he’d already got a lead before any daygame was done. Bastard.
We hit the streets but the sky was grey and it started to rain so went to Galleria mall and got a few sets done in there, soon after this we gave up and hit the bar.
This is where the latest motely crew assembled. Seven, Nick, Mr Arr, his friend and I drank 7% ale as we waited for Ricky Roma to arrive later that evening. Things got quite lively to say the least and when Ricky did eventually turn up we were all pretty wasted. We carried on late into the night/morning and this would set the tone for the rest of the trip.
The next morning I woke up with the worst hangover I’ve had in years. I recall walking for breakfast with Ricky, he was walking at his usual brisk pace and I could barely put one foot in the other – I couldn’t even do the Walker Walk! I felt really hot but could feel cold sweat rolling down my forehead, I was starting to get dizzy and thought that I was going to pass out. The place Ricky wanted to go was still a fair distance away.
Ricky, can we please just go somewhere closer, I don’t feel well
Are you serious?
The expression on Ricky’s face morphed from confused and irritated to almost empathic once he realised I wasn’t trying any frame control bollox.
We went to the nearest restaurant and as soon as I ate I started to feel human again. After this we hit the streets and I did my first set of the day outside the Galleria mall, somehow I made a miraculous recovery and was full of energy as I took my first number, which would eventually lead to my first notch and a mini holiday romance. Things were looking up.
I won’t bore you with a play by play of the trip. As usual I’ll let the (daygame only) stats do most of the talking …
SPB – ’18
Sets per session
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in …
Approach to Lay… 1 in…
Nick mentioned to me towards the end of the trip that he didn’t know why I preferred SPB so much compared to Moscow, especially considering that I had the same results in both – one daygame bang and one nightgame. Whilst this is true, the stats tell a different story. Despite winging and hanging out with me a lot, Nick was clearly oblivious to the fact that I was getting a lot of numbers and going on dates almost every night whilst he watched the football or played computer games.
I did 72 sets over 16 sessions, an average of 4.5 a day. I only did one proper number farm, which was on my third day, doing 13 sets, other days I did none, but on most I did 4 or 5. I closed 34 of these giving an approach to close rate of just above 1 in 2. This is not quite Belgrade levels (1 in 1.5) but it’s still bloody good. These numbers are significantly better than my Moscow performance but the biggest difference was on the dating. Unfortunately I didn’t record the number of D2’, D3’s and D4’s last year so I can’t do a direct correlation. But I clearly remember being frustrated for most of my time there and not having very many dates. I never had this feeling in SPB.
Why the difference?
Saint Petersburg is very centralised with all the main daygame split between the main high street, Nevsky Prospect and Galleria mall. You can walk everywhere and there are not really any “dead zones” along the way, there’s always a set to be had.
Moscow is the opposite, although the population is bigger, its spread out across different areas with many dead zones between them. It can be very hit and miss and if the weather is bad, you may as well stay home. This is not the case with SPB, the Galleria mall is huge and you could probably do sets in there all day.
In terms of quality I think it comes down to your personal preference but for me SPB is miles better. I was VERY underwhelmed by Moscow after hearing such positive reports from all and sundry. Belgrade is still number 1 for me in terms of quality and SPB is a distant second.
Don’t get me wrong, there are very hot girls in Moscow, but when I was there I was walking around for an hour or two before I saw one. In SPB it was rare for me to walk more than 30mins without seeing a solid 8.
One very big difference between the two cities is the r/K balance. The SPB girls APPEAR to be more r. You will see many girls with stupid coloured hair and covered in tattoos and piercings. This is very rare in Moscow. However, the reason I say “APPEAR” to be more r is that I closed my fair share of these ratbags, 6 in total I believe (see photos below). I only opened them because I thought they would be easy to get out but this was not the case. Most of them were happy to give the number but I only got one of them out. When I did get her out she told me she had a boyfriend within three minutes of my arrival. I downed my pint quickly before excusing myself and wishing her a nice life. Later that day I declared to Nick that I was “done with ratbags” as they were nothing but timewasters. All of my other dates were with K girls and these understood the seduction process much better. I think the ratbags were just after the attention and validation hence doing such stupid things to their otherwise attractive bodies.
Another thing in SPBs favour is the nightlife and its proximity to the daygame strip. We quickly developed a routine of meeting in Dead Poets and making our way towards a bar called Union – this is where I got nightgame lay from. I didn’t enjoy nightlife in Moscow and most of it was nowhere near the daygame areas.
I went on a total of 23 dates  and it could easily have been more if I had the patience to keep trying with a few girls who wouldn’t put out. Mini-Romance
Three of these were with the 18 y/o and I even saw here three more times AFTER the lay. I actually enjoyed her company (we even still text!.. this is mostly her sending me semi-nude selfies); she had banter and even took joy in AMOGing me in front of my friends one evening. She left the city when I still had one week left which freed my up to refocus my efforts on new notches. Victoria’s Secret Girl
I went on three dates with a girl who worked in Victoria’s secret, lets call her Victoria. I opened her on her way to work early in the trip. She was my height with black hair, dark drown eyes and tanned skin, she almost looked Serbian, a high 7/low 8. Victoria was very slim and I would later find out this was because she was bulimic. On the first date I thought I was getting the lay for sure. At the first venue she drank the same Irish beer as me and was chain-smoking cigarettes. I bounced her to a wine bar and she drunk her glass in minutes complaining that they never pour enough. I bounced her back to the flat expecting no resistance. I pulled her in for the kiss and she was all-in, when I tried to put my hands on her boobs and/or vagina she would immediately pull away. This pattern continued all evening and she told me she would not have sex.
The second time I met her in the afternoon and she joined me whilst I ate steak for breakfast at a nearby meat place. I took her straight back to the apartment and got her down to just her underwear this time. Again the LMR kicked in. To my surprise Victoria was a virgin (she was 19), she told me that many men had tried before me and she still hadn’t given it up. Challenge accepted thought me.
The third date was after I had been to a World Cup game and then had met the silly ratbag (mentioned above) who had a boyfriend. I was quite tipsy by the time I went to meet Victoria and ended up being 30 minutes late for our meeting but she didn’t complain. She took great pleasure in telling me that 3 men had approached her while she waited for me. One of them was an older English man with a bald head, I checked with Nick and he didn’t recognise her. I took her to a dark cocktail bar where we kissed and cuddled. The alcohol in my system made me more direct than usual – I told her something along the lines of;
Look, if you are not going to have sex with me then I think we are wasting each other’s time
I understand, I’m not saying I’ll never do it, I just need more time
Well I am here for another 10 days or so
I don’t think it will be enough
With that we finished our drinks and went our separate ways. I didn’t see her again, which is a shame, in hindsight I should have carried on dating her and turned her into a long lead if necessary. We are still texting and she is considering coming to visit me in London in January. Two dates with a long lead I had idated on my last night in Moscow
This was a very cute girl who I had pinged every now and then once I had decided to go back to Russia. I told her to come visit me in SPB, she had since moved back to her home city of Kazan and to my surprise she took a 22hr overnight train to come visit for 4 days. Initially I thought that she did this just to see me but the reality turned out to be somewhat different. I met her the evening she arrived and we went to a hookah bar near my apartment. She was all over me like a rash, big puppy dog eyes and lots of hugs and kisses. She had to leave at midnight as she was staying at her brothers and he would be picking her up. As we departed she suggested we do a daytrip to Peterhof Gardens to next day. I agreed – I allow myself to do tourism if it’s with a girl – otherwise I’m a full on philistine.
We got the boat out there and I was a little pissed that she insisted I pay for most things, the boat there and back, the coffee and cake on the island and a couple of very expensive bottles of water. She did pay for her own park entrance. The park itself was very pleasant, it was a sunny day, there was nice bands playing, the architecture was very pretty. But after an hour I was bored out of my skull. She wanted to carry on walking in the gardens for another couple of hours and I cut it short and suggested we get back on the boat to the city. She reluctantly agreed.
When we got back she said that she would meet her friends for a couple of hours and that we should meet again later that evening. I agreed.
We never met again and a couple of days later she left the city. I could probably keep her on as a long lead but I’m not sure I can be arsed – she’d already dropped a full point in the space of a year and she’s still only 23. Three dates (including a near miss) with a girl form a two-set
I opened a two-set late one evening whilst I was winging with Seven. One of them was a tall-ish black haired grey-houndy girl in a green dress (a high 7, possibly an 8) and the other was a short dirty blond hamster girl (low/mid 7) – they were total opposites of each other which is exactly what I would stack on. Before I went in Seven said something along the lines of;
Damn, the one in the green is hot
Agreed, that’s why I’m going to open the pair of them
Seven had clearly misunderstood that I was telling him I liked her too, and whoever opens the set gets to take his pick. I opened; they hooked and were both very into it. Eventually I introduced Seven and he immediately started talking directly to my target as if he was doing his own daygame set. I was furious and I should have told him at this point.
I would interrupt Seven a couple of times so that I could talk to both girls at once. Eventually I invited them both to join us for a drink and they agreed. As we walked Seven resumed hitting on the hot one and I begrudgingly decided to stick with the other girl. This is how NOT to run a two set.
After the drink both girls left, Seven took the hot girls details, I took the cute girls and I explained why I was furious to him. Somehow he had no idea that I would prefer to have the hotter girl and seemed to genuinely think that the cute one was my target. “Don’t worry about it, they’re only girls, there will be more” I told him.
I ended up taking the cute girl out on 3 dates. She was nice if a little dull and her English wasn’t great. On the third date I got her back to my flat and we were kissing passionately. I had my hand down her top and as I went for the crotch she announced that she was on her period and would be until after I had left SPB. I never saw her again, despite her wanting to hang out. I mean, what’s the point if you can’t bang them?! Idate/Near Miss with a Silly Chilean
After my first date with the cute girl from the two set it was midnight and I wasn’t ready to go home. I’d only had a couple of drinks, and the night was still young by SPB standards. All the other guys were at home so I decided to do some solo gutter game.
I opened my first set outside a bar in Nevsky and it turned out to my only non-Russian set of the trip. She was from Chile, had curly hair and a fiery personality. She reminded me a little of Penelope Cruz in VCB, but not as hot, this girl was a 6. She told me her friends had just gone home and that she wanted to go for a drink. Perfect, thought me.
We sat on stools at a bar and went through the comfort fluff, we both drank whiskey on the rocks and quickly got a second round in. I decided to bounce her to the hookah bar next to my place after this. As we got closer to the second venue we decided to have a cigarette. As we stood outside the second venue a group of American chodes started talking to us (when I say us, I mean directly at her and ignoring me).
They ran classic chode game asking her where she was from, how long she was in town for and saying “AWESOME!…. COOOL!…. OH HAHAHA THAT’s SO RAD!” every time she opened her mouth. I stood back and leant against the wall with a sly grin on my face.
Every now and then I would stick my ore in to troll the guys and at one point one of them turned and said to me “You know, I don’t feel like you’re adding anything to this conversation, maybe you should just be quiet”.
At this point I grabbed my girl by the hand…
“It was nice meeting you lads, we’re off inside now, have a nice night, yeah”.
I could see the chode rage in their eyes as I led her away from them.
We sat beside each other on a couch and were kissing passionately within minutes. As I bounced her home I remembered that I had no booze in the flat. I took us on a wine detour and eventually got her back to the flat. We had one sip of wine each and I moved her to the bedroom. I thought it was in the bag, a formality. But…. She had other ideas.
Every time I tried to remove an item of clothing she would push my hand away. I lost patience very quickly…
Nothing, this is just a bit fast, don’t you think
Maybe you’re right.
I rolled off before trying again a few minutes later, and she pushed me away again. I really couldn’t be bothered with the LMR so I went for a hail mary push.
Look, if you’re not interested, then maybe you should leave
Are you being serious?!
Uuuhhhm, yeah, I think so
She was furious and started rambling under her breath in Spanish, I definitely heard a few “putas” and I couldn’t help but start laughing at her. This only made the ramblings louder. Up she got, threw her shoes back on and stormed out of the flat and into the night. Coffee date with a time-waster
This was a girl I’d opened in the mall one rainy afternoon. She seemed into me but didn’t drink alcohol and was resisting anything more than a peck on the lips. I never invited her out again as I ran out of time and willpower to blast through her defences. Cute engineer
I opened this girl as I sat fishing with GG at the top end of Nevsky. The World Cup was on and it was Scarlet Sails day – a big graduation ceremony in which they close off the streets and put on fireworks. There was a carnival atmosphere but I was very hungover as usual, however this did not affect the set, she as very chatty and happy to give the number. I got her out the next day, kissed her but then never got her out again. I ran out of time but she’s still a decent long lead. Idate with a stunner
Later that same day I found myself daygaming solo, GG excused himself as he was about to faint – his latest obsession was “getting shredded” which involves going to the gym a lot and eating next to nothing. Not good for daygame kids, I’d advise against it.
I’d actually seen this girl when I was with GG earlier in the day but I let her go as I thought she was with a friend. This time around she was definitely alone.
She was tiny, maybe 5’ 5” with long fair hair almost down to her knees. She wore a black leather jacket with a white blouse that showed off a pert little set of titties and black tight jeans. This girl was a solid to high 8.
As I opened her bright blue eyes went into a permanent spass…. She spoke next to no English but it didn’t matter, she hooked hard. I got out google translate and invited her for a coffee then and there. She told me she had 20 minutes before she would meet a friend. We sat on a bench with our coffees and her ASD receptors started to kick in asking questions such as;
Do you do this to every girl?
Are you a womanizer?
As we finished the coffee I told her that I wanted to take her for a real drink another day, she seemed keen and proposed the next day (Sunday). I agreed.
The next day she text me telling me that she wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t make it, she offered Monday instead. I already had two other dates scheduled for the Monday but I could feel her slipping away so I said OK anyway. On Monday she ghosted and I never got her out for the rest of the trip. Now that I’ve left she seems keen again, sending me lots of selfies and is always the top viewer on my instagram stories. I guess I will have to go back for her.
Saint Petersburg is a fantastic daygame destination and I will definitely be going back.
 19 from as shown on the stats, another 3 with the 18 y/o post bang and my date with the girl from bar game – night game data is not included.
I was out drinking on Saturday night (Surprise!) with Seven and Nick. It had been another eventful day – I’d been on a second date with one girl, did some daygame and got a few numbers, idated a high eight (I never got her out since) and watched Toni Kroos save Germanys bacon in the World Cup. All of this seemed like good cause to hit the bars. We were sat on stools at a long table. Nick was in set with some cute girl behind us which left Seven and I to chat amongst ourselves. A two-set sat down to my left. One of them was blonde and dressed all in black and wore a choker, her friend was a chubby Asian girl. I clocked the blondie looking at me and then doing a couple of double takes. Did I know this girl?
Seven, that girl over there keeps looking at me
Man! Go talk to her!
Can’t be arsed, I’m going out the back for a cigarette.
So I went for a fag. When I came back a few minutes later Seven announced…
Maaaaan, you have to open that girl, she stared at you as you walked out for a cigarette
Ah FFS, ok, ok
I wasn’t keen on opening because her friend was ugly and the blondie was a low 7, even with my beer goggles on. But open I did.
Blondie was very excited when I said hello and her and her friend started asking me lots of questions. There wasn’t much game involved, she just liked me. After a few minutes I decided I couldn’t be bothered hanging out with the pair of these girls all evening so I asked for the blondies number and she gave it to me.
After 30mins or so the lads and I departed for another bar. As I walked out I saw the blondie and her friend getting chatted up by a very tall man in a cap. Whore.
When we sat down in the next bar I pinged the blondie on the off chance I’d get her out later that same evening. She said “Why not” and then ghosted for the rest of the evening. I assumed that the tall fella was getting his end away.
At around 2pm the next day I pinged her (and the rest of my leads) as I was eating a three-course “business lunch” for 345 roubles – that’s about £4.50. To my surprise she replied almost instantly. Maybe she didn’t get banged by the tall fella. Blondie told me that she would be leaving the city on Wednesday. I had dates lined up for the next couple of days so I proposed that we meet on Tuesday evening. She agreed.
Tuesday was a proper cluster fuck. It was my penultimate night and I had agreed to meet three different girls in a last ditch attempt to get laid once more. The first was Dasha, a long lead that I opened in London two years ago, I also met her last year. I turned up at the meeting point at 18:30 as agreed, I pinged her as I arrived and she replied very confused “wait!… we said tomorrow??!”. As I was walking to this date that wasn’t a date another girl pinged me asking what I was up to and if I’d like to meet, I told her I was busy. Upon learning that Dasha wasn’t coming I messaged the other girl back and now she would be busy and only free at mid-night. I told her that was fine as I would be meeting blondie at 20:30 so that should give me plenty of time.
Blondie confirmed our meeting earlier in the day with the caveat that she would be driving and so could not drink any alcohol. FUCK. I told her to to park up on a street very near my apartment (although I didn’t tell her it was near my apartment) and we would walk from there. She eventually arrived at almost 9pm looking very different. Blondie wore bright red lipstick, a red figure hugging dress and black high heels. As she got closer to me I thought “she looked hotter when I was drunk but I’d definitely bang her”. This is the trouble with bar game, kids. Her face looked a little weathered but her body was fantastic. Slim and toned, this girl was clearly a fan of the gym.
We exchanged the pleasantries and I walked her in the direction of a piano bar at the end of my street. We sat on stools at the bar, she ordered a virgin cocktail and I got myself a girl sized beer, they didn’t have man size. I found out a bit more about blondie – she worked in marketing, was 24, was from somewhere on the East coast of Russia, was an only child and lived in Saint Petersburg with her best friend from University. I told her some things about me before bouncing her to another venue a couple of doors up.
This venue was much worse, it was bright, very busy and had the Nigeria vs Argentina game on in the background. Blondie had a coffee this time and I another girl sized beer. We sat on stools at a small high table. I started the questions game and her first question was – “why are you single?” I gave her my usual spiel which is a mix of truth and some elaborate DHV’s – she lapped it up. I asked her what her favourite body part was and she said her lips, they were quite big. We asked each other a few more questions and soon my small beer and her coffee were finished.
Let’s go for a walk
Where will we go?
Just up this way
We walked for around 5 minutes until we were in front of my apartment.
I live here, lets go up for a little while, I’ve got green tea and some soft drinks.
Yes, don’t worry, you can leave if you feel uncomfortable at any point.
Up she came. I told her to take her shoes off as we entered the flat and she flicked her heels off in seconds before proceeding to show herself around the apartment as I struggled with my boots. I put on some music and put the kettle on. I made her a cup of green tea and poured myself a glass of red wine. I could tell she felt a little uncomfortable so we sat opposite each other at the dining table for 10 minutes or so as she drank her tea.
I started to show her my facebook on my laptop and explain each photo, she was fascinated. I asked her to show me her instagram and she leaned over the table showing me her pictures on her phone. I grabbed her hand and told her that it was uncomfortable sitting like this. I stood up and pulled her over to the bed. We sat up on the bed beside each other and moments later I pulled her in for the first kiss attempt, she was all in, no resistance. Soon we were rolling around and my left hand was rubbing her wet vagina. She pushed me away…
Do you mind if I take a shower?
Of course not
I got off her, showed her how to work the shower and gave her a towel. I assumed this could only mean that I was getting laid. I lay on the bed, fully clothed as she showered. When she returned she was down to her lacy red underwear. Her body was fantastic, small breasts, flat stomach with toned abs and a great little ass. She jumped on top of me and moments later my clothes were off and I was fucking her hard. I came very quickly (I’m not used to drinking so little on dates) but she did not seem disappointed.
I gave her the usual debrief and she told me that she had decided to have sex with me the moment she saw me in the bar. So, it was a definite IOI then. We cuddled for a few minutes and then she started sucking me off in a effort to resurrect my penis. Back to life it came and I banged her again for around 20 minutes this time.
Soon after this she got herself dressed and I walked her back to her car before going to meet the lads for a few drinks. I never did meet the other girl at midnight but I wasn’t arsed.
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
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
We agreed to meet the following Monday night at 8pm.
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
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?
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.
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 , 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;
I already had a few irons in the fire – from the first trip
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
I’m getting pickier/more calibrated – this is not intentional, it’s just happening
I didn’t actually need to do a lot of sets – I was getting solid leads
Sets per session
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in …
Approach to Lay… 1 in…
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) ;
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.
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.
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.
 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’.
 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.
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.
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.
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;
Approach to Number / Social Media… 1 in …
Approach to Lay… 1 in…
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…
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.
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.
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
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.
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;
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.
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.
Pipes burst, flood, roof fall
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?
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.
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.
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?
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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!”
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.
Roxy sat to my left on the couch and put her handbag to her left side so that there were no obstacles between us.
I started the questions game and her first question was “Do you have a girlfriend?”
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.
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
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.
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…
I did 23 sets across 3 days of daygame. My first day was a classic number farm in which I did 15 sets closing 5 of them. My second day I only did 3 sets and 5 on the last day.
My close rate was fairly normal at 1 in 2.56. Of these 9 girls that gave me their details I went on one idate, four D1’s and a D2. That’s a total of 6 dates on a four night trip. This required a little bit of “air traffic control” to try and prioritise which girls I thought were more likely to put out. My overall date to lay ratio (since day 1) is 1 in 2.76. So statistically I was entitled to should have got at least two lays from this trip.
Conversely, my overall approach to lay ratio (since day 1) is 1 in 61.93. If I use this metric to predict how many notches I was due, I should have got laid 0.37 times. I love statistics. I got zero near misses (despite having 2 of the 6 girls on my bed and topless) and zero notches. Let’s go through the dates to analyse if and where I messed up…
A Turkish K-Girl
I opened a tiny little Turk on the first day of my number farm whilst Xants was on a date. She was dressed all in black with a big furry hood, was wearing a black leather backpack and carrying a selfie-stick. This is more stacking material than you can shake a selfie-stick at and of course I did just that.
It was around 7pm when I opened her and she had just arrived from Turkey for the weekend. I’d opened her just as she was having her maiden walk around the city and was walking towards Palladium mall to take herself for food. I was still in number farm mode so I told her to go get some food and we could meet for a drink after, so that’s what we did. I met her outside the mall again and walked us to a bar nearby where I ran the normal comfort fluff.
I’d found out fairly early on that she had just gotten out of a long term relationship and had not dated many guys, in fact I was the first guy she had met with that she didn’t know through friends or family. She’s 25 and works as an engineer in Istanbul. This girl was very cute and I’d but her comfortably in the 7 bracket.
After the first venue I took her to a shisha bar where I escalated and eventually got the kiss after she denied me the first 4 times. I knew that this girl would take a lot of dates if I was going to get laid and neither of us had time for this. I invited her back after we finished the shisha but she told me she doesn’t do this and it was her time of the month so couldn’t even if she did change her ways.
I met her again the next day, took her for food and then bounced her back to the flat straight after. I was surprised she agreed to come back, but only did so on the premise that “we would not be having sex.” I agreed to her request in the full knowledge that I would try to have sex with her anyway. She kissed and even let me take her top off but rejecting any further escalation. I lost patience pretty quickly as it was now almost 8:30pm and I had another date lined up.
I don’t think I did anything wrong in terms of how I ran the set and the dates with this girl, it just wasn’t going to happen this fast with her.
A Hungarian Frame Snatcher
I opened this one early on in the number farm. She didn’t accept my facebook request until the next day so I got her out that night after pinging her once my friend request had been accepted. She was Hungarian, blonde with pretty plain fashion and wore glasses, she was a low 7. I found out that she had arrived on the Friday with her brother and his wife and complained to me of feeling like a third wheel so she broke off on her own for a walk. I told her we should get a drink one of the evenings and she was keen.
On messenger I proposed that we meet at 9pm on the Saturday night so that I could have one more crack at the Turk who would leave on the Sunday. Immediately she tried to snatch the frame and proposed 8pm, I compromised at 8:30 and then she messaged me a picture of Old Town Square and asked if we could meet there. I hadn’t even met her and she had already snatched the frame twice.
I didn’t very much enjoy the date with her, she hit me with shit test after shit test and I let it irritate me a little which I think she could see. I squatted most of the tests away but eventually I reacted and told her “look, if you’re not having a good time I’m happy to leave, otherwise you must play nice”. She acquiesced but the atmosphere was now spoiled. I kissed her eventually before she announced that she doesn’t sleep with men on first dates “anymore” now that she was 26, she needed to be serious. I didn’t try very hard after and was happy to cut my losses.
I could have ran better game with this girl by not getting reactive to the barrage of shit tests, but in the infamous words of a friend of ours “she just wasn’t hot enough to be that difficult!”
A Wacky Harry Potter Fan
On my penultimate day of the trip the pressure was on. Xants had already been laid and had stopped doing sets as he would be spending his last night on a repeat with his notch. I walked around filtering for SDL’s which involved pouncing on any form of IOI. This girl gave me quite a strong one, looking in my direction twice as she was making her way past.
She was a short brunette with very plain fashion. She wore glasses and looked quite nerdy. I teased her about this and she lapped it up.
I met her that evening and she had put a bit of effort in wearing slightly more makeup than earlier and donning a cute little dress and tights. I took her to a coffee shop near my apartment and immediately she announced that she didn’t drink alcohol. Great.
After the coffee I took her to a restaurant next to our apartment because I was hungry. We played the questions game whilst I stuffed my face full of some rather tasty chicken noodles and washed it down with a nice pint of pivo. She had an ice cream.
Soon after this I bounced her to my apartment and she was surprisingly keen to come up. I still hadn’t kissed her. We sat on the couch and I put on some music turning it up as loud as possible in order to drown out any noise that might come from Xant’s crazy BDSM shit in the other room. I kissed her and removed her top whilst we were still in the lounge. She complained that she was cold so I moved her to the bedroom where it was warmer. It was around this time that she announced that she was a virgin (she even joked that she was only 16 – she wasn’t very funny) and that it was her time of the month. Super – smashing – great. I tried in vain for another hour or so, but she would not relent. I let her stay over only because I couldn’t be bothered to walk her to her bus stop and I didn’t want to pay for her uber as she wouldn’t put out. I tried again in the morning but my efforts were in vain.
I don’t think I did much wrong with this girl either – I acted on a big IOI, escalated her on the date but again she was very K and would simply take more dates. Fair enough.
A Hypergamous Minx
I opened this girl on my third and final day of approaching. As Xants and I were walking down the main strip we both saw a stunning little blonde minx walking towards us. She passed a group of guys and they all turned to watch her walk by and made noises along the line of “phhoooowar!”. I took this as my cue to open. She was about 5’4″, had a blue leather jacket on and tight white pants which showed off a very peach little arse. Unfortunately she walked straight into the Mango shop. I followed her in and waited until the security guy stopped gawping at her before I opened. The set went surprisingly well, she was very open. She was czech, a “photo model” and on closer inspection also had a cracking rack which was bursting out of a black top she wore under her jacket. This girl was a high 8 in my book. She was only in Prague for the weekend with a “friend” who was currently in a meeting so she had some free time. This was my cue to invite her for a coffee, she was hesitant. “Come on, it’s just over here, 10 minutes. I have to get back to my friend as well”. She followed.
We sat opposite each other on high stools inside TGI Fridays and both ordered double espressos. She quizzed me some more on what I was doing in Prague and I asked her what she thought of czech guys. She didn’t like them. I found out she was 27 and was from a small city just outside Prague, she only came into the big city for modelling. Moments later she told me she is actually seeing the “friend” she was waiting on and had been doing so for a few months. She still wasn’t sure if she liked him.
I suggested we go for a real drink and then her iphone X started ringing on the table in front of me, it was her “friend”. She made her excuses and we both went our separate ways, as we departed she said she’ll text me when she comes to London.
Again I don’t think I did much wrong with this set, she was just unavailable but obviously interested.
A Young Yemeni
This was a 30 second set on the Friday night. She was a very short girl with tanned skin and dark curly hair. As I stopped her she tried to keep walking but stopped momentarily once I finished my opener. Her eyes did a mini-spass and she told me that she was late to meet her friends. We exchanged numbers and I expected nothing to come of it.
I sent her the feeler a couple of hours later and she didn’t reply until the Sunday evening, my last in Prague. I pinged her on the Monday morning, the day I was leaving, on the off chance that she could meet for a coffee. To my surprise she agreed to meet.
I met her at 2pm and I’d have to leave for the airport a few hours after. I would have to pull hard if I was going to get the notch.
She arrived on time and looked very cute. I took her to the Starbucks in the palladium and got us a coffee as she got the seats. The conversation got fizzy very quickly. She asked me if I had ever taken hard drugs before admitting that when she met me she was high on coke. She liked to smoke, she liked to drink and loved crazy adventures. She was 18 and would soon be leaving Prague to go to Uni elsewhere. Inside I was thinking that it was in the bag! THEN she asked me how old I was before beginning the guessing game, she guessed 25 and gradually worked her way up. When I told her my real age I could see her deflate almost instantly, like a balloon with a small hole in it. Moments later she started playing on her phone and started making excuses as to why she had to leave straight after the coffee. That’s the joy of daygame, one moment you think the notch is in the bag, the next the girl can’t wait to get away from you.
We went our separate ways and I joined Xants for a beer in the square before he set off for his flight. I told him “I’m never telling an 18 year old my real age again!” I’ve found that in places such as Russia and Serbia that being older is a help more than a hindrance. It only seems to be Westernised girls that think it’s an issue.
It was a whirlwind trip, I knew I would have to get lucky, I didn’t. I had more emotional swings on this trip than I would on a normal trip purely down to having to pull hard and fast due to the short time frame.
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  . 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
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
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 . 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
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 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  and now Fijian flags. Melbourne may not have the best quality, but at least it has some exotic flags.
 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.
 I downgraded her to a 7 when I woke up in the morning.
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.
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;
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;
a 7 or above
not a fat hipster
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.
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  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
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
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.
 I’m still seeing her and have since managed to bang her properly.
I 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…
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
This is a long story  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…
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
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”.
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
Pwesenting on the tee wee
Aaaaah TV, you mean Tele-V-ision host
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.
 – feedback is much appreciated – let me know if you think this post rambles on too much.
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.
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;
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
This is due to the above.
What could I have done better?
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.
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.
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.
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;
I have departed Kiev, which brings my Euro Jaunting for 2017 to an end . 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…
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 .
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 .
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 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.
If London is a sea of 6’s  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;
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.
The violin girl insisted that I feed her every time. She only ate salad, it was worth it.
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.
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;
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.
Much better results than Moscow
Lower cost of Living
Hanging out with the lads
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.
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.
 – there is a slim possibility I may do another in October
 – She never responded to the feeler
 – We messaged back and forth but she made an excuse every time I invited her out.
 – I’ve been told this is now downgraded to 5’s, can’t wait to get back to London!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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”…
Whores looking to solicit greasy, fat Turkish men
Girls looking to attract attention from normal men
Girls who genuinely have nothing better to do or more importantly can’t afford to do so
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.
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.
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.
Even if you put her in the k box, it doesn’t mean she won’t bang
A lot of girls in Kiev are very poor
Frame is everything – I’m pretty sure the moment I threatened to walk out got me the notch
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;
The numbers will help explain how I have come to this damning verdict;
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.
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?!
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;
The girls there just don’t like me
My texting may not have been tight enough
I may have been too “r” in set and/or dates
The girls may have been too “K”
I may have just been plain unlucky
The stench of pussy repellent may have been overpowering for the girls
I could be suffering from burn-out after more than two months on the road doing solid daygame
I’m no good at daygame
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
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.
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
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
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.
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;
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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’.
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.
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.
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.
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?”
“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.
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.
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…
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!
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…
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;
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
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
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.”
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.
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?”
“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.
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!”
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.
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.
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…
I’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;
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.
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”.
“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.
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.
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).
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.
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.
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.
“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”
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.
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”.
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.
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.
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?
Don’t alway assume the other guy is a boyfriend
Honour your part as a member of the secret society – hid the number close
Girls are ditsy – if i hadn’t have bumped into her, she would have flaked
Warsaw is small
Girls don’t always mean what they say – drank coffee and alcohol when she said she doesn’t drink either
Always have condoms, kids.
Sometimes it is ok, even necessary to lose “the frame”.
You have to be willing to lose the girl and be willing to push, hard.
I’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;
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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”.
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.
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;
It’s reasonably Westernised
I know of a few daygamers there
I can develop a routine, join a gym etc.
A wing is planning on joining me for 10 days or so
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;
I’ve always wanted to go to Moscow, even before game
The women are actually women – high heels, good fashion, feminine and proud of it
I’ve got a wing in St. Petersburg so I may take the express train up and do a reccy
A wing will be joining me for more than half of the month so I won’t be too lonely
Doing a month again allows me to develop a routine, join a gym etc.
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.
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.
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;
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…
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.
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
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…
The 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…
First Dates: 5
Second Dates: 3
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.
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.
Perfect Stranger 2007
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.
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.
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.
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;
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.
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.