Lay Report: A Crazy Kiwi

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Not quite this hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excuuuuse me

Yes?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh ok

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

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

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

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

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

Come on, let’s go

But where?!

Just follow me

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

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

Well this is all just an act.

What do you mean?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wow, that was good

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

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

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

Ooooooh you play guitar?! Let’s go

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

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

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

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

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Hong Kong Review

maxresdefaultI left Hong Kong a few days ago now and have been mulling over whether I actually like the place or not. It’s no Belgrade, but overall I liked it…

Why?!

The first question you may ask is why did I go there if I don’t like Asian Girls? Well, I was travelling back to the UK from Australia and they haven’t figured out how to do that in one flight (yet) so I had to stopover somewhere. The options I was offered were Hong Kong or Abu Dhabi. I went with Hong Kong as I was more likely to spot a set as the girls wouldn’t be hidden underneath a burka. The weather is typically mild, around 20oC in December which is perfect for daygame. I figured anywhere was a step up from Melbourne in terms of quality, even if it was an Asian country, and I had never been to Asia so I thought it would at the very least be an interesting place to see.

I went there with very low expectations and did not put myself under any pressure to get laid. It was a daygame trip, but if I decided I didn’t like it I would just do things normal tourists do, like hiking, sightseeing, eating Hello Kittys, or whatever it is that they do. None of that happened.

The City

As I took my initial walk around the city one thought dominated my mind – this place is bonkers. There seemed to be billions of little Asian people condensed onto narrow footpaths, they wandered around aimlessly whilst simultaneously having their faces glued to their mobile devices. It annoyed me initially when they kept bumping into me and walking off without apologizing, but as the days past I seemed to flow with the masses, it helped that I was looking where I was going and anticipated that they wouldn’t do the same.

The city has its quirks such as the lack of coffee shops and bars, the fact that it’s normal to have your shower on top of your toilet and your toilet about a metre away from your bed took some getting used to. However, there were a few things I liked. There is a nice balance between local and western food available, the transport links are great and they work, the cost of living is cheap compared to Melbourne. The people are generally friendly, locals living in the same apartment block as me would frequently speak to me in English in the lift. As well as friendly people it had some pretty girls dotted about the city which brings me nicely onto the daygame.

The Daygame

The quality was more or less as to be expected, a sea of 6’s which is about 5 points better than what I had become accustomed to in Melbourne. I am not a fan of Asian girls in general so it took me a while to fish out the diamonds from the rough, and there were definitely a few diamonds, one of which I wrote about here. One thing that was very obvious to me was the complete lack of IOI’s, I wasn’t shiney there and got only one the entire trip. Seven had recently been there and has a fairly similar opinion to me and (creepily) almost the exact same stats.

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

I opened 32 girls in total on an 8 day solo trip. The first three days I did 10 a day and on the 4th I did 2. Halfway through the second day it already started to feel like a grind as I was walking round sometimes for over an hour before I found a girl I wanted to talk to. This was my longest solo jaunt to date and I wouldn’t have minded a wing to chat shit with during the vast expanses of time between sets.

Of these lucky 32 ladies, I got 10 contact details which is a fairly good return of 1 in 3.2. Generally I found that if I got past the opener I almost always closed. The challenge was getting them to stop as more than half the girls would run away due to either being scared shitless, not interested, or genuinely in a hurry. It was mostly the first one though.

Of these 10 even luckier women only 3 of them chose not to reply. Of the 7 women who did reply, 1 was a girl I idated and never got out again, another was a cute air hostess who wanted to meet on my last night but I had already made plans, the other 3 made their excuses and the remaining two were the luckiest of all, they got banged!

The main reasons the girls cited for not meeting up (apart from being on their period) was that they were busy with Christmas activities. I’m pretty sure if it was any other time of the year I would have had more dates and probably more notches.

Is it Daygame on Easy (White God) mode?

Well if you look solely at mine and Seven’s stats, it may seem that way. However, we’ve both been playing this game for a while now and we probably got a bit lucky. I expected to get more than one IOI and the one local girl I banged was an outlier and even then it took me 3 dates to get the notch. That coupled with the low quality means that I probably wouldn’t go back there for daygame. But if you’re into your Asians then Hong Kong is definitely for you, I’ll stick to Eastern Europe.

 

 

 

Lay Report: Period Girl

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Not this hot.

This is a short story about one of my easiest notches ever. The only challenge was getting her out…

It was my first day full in Hong Kong. I was bobbing around Causeway bay buzzing with new city enthusiasm and optimism. I’d done 5 sets already by this point and collected a couple of numbers. As I walked past the istore I decided to haggle with a local who was selling dodgy iphone 10s directly outside the shop. I didn’t buy one in the end. As I walk away iphoneless I spot a short brunette throwing me a ridiculous IOI, it was my first IOI of the day and I jumped on it.

She was mousy, about 5’ 5”, with brown hair down to her shoulders, her skin was tanned and her eyes were dark brown. She wore a black leather jacket covering a white woolly jumper, a black mini-shirt and high heels. She had a meaty ass and short chunky legs; I score her 6.5 on the HB index.

I get in front of her and deliver the opener. I tell her that she’s cute and she carries on walking past me with a big smile on her face. She looked confused and didn’t really know what was going on. I carried on with my stack and she stopped and turned to me;

There’s no way you’re from HK, I’m guessing somewhere more exotic like Thailand

Yes, I from Bangkok

Interesting, I’ve never been there but lots of my friends go there to party

Where are you from?

I’m from Ireland but I live in Australia

Ooooooh that’s so cool, you travel a lot

They say it broadens the mind

I must go meet friend now for dinner

I take her number and send her a whatsapp message with my name before she goes on her merry way. The set lasted around 2 minutes. She messaged me back as I walked off and carried on messaging me that evening asking more questions about how long I would stay and why I came here alone. She was keen.

Over the next few days I would invite her out 3 times, each time she would agree and then cancel either at the agreed meet-up time or even after. The times on the screenshots are not correct as I was in a different time zone when they were sent.

 

 

As you can see she cancelled twice citing her period as an excuse, this was a first for me and quite frankly I found it refreshing. She clearly (and correctly) assumed that we would be meeting up for sex. So after her cancelling twice I eventually invited her for Lunch as it was now my last day in HK and I had agreed to spend my last evening with Ellen.

She eventually turned up and looked Down to Fuck (DTF) straight away. She arrived at the meeting point dressed all in black, a black boob tube, black mini-skirt and black high heels. It was the middle of the afternoon but she looked dressed for the evening.

I went to give her a kiss on the cheek and she kissed me on the lips and said “hello honey, how are you”. As I walked her to a bar close to my place she told me that I looked sexy and apologised for messing me around. I had never experienced a girl so DTF on a first date, I contemplated walking her straight to my apartment but just couldn’t do it.

We sat down at the corner of a table, her leg was rubbing up against mine and she couldn’t stop trying to kiss me. I ordered a beer and she got a cocktail. She drank hers slowly, I practically downed my pint and then proceeded to drink hers. We were in and out of the bar within 20 minutes and walking to my flat.

We got inside and I poured us both a glass of water. Soon after this the clothes were off, I chose to put on a condom (if she was this easy for me, I assumed she had a pretty high notch count) and we had sex. As soon as I finished she rolled over and started playing on her phone. From meet to sex was just under 45 minutes, pretty sure that’s my fastest pull to date.

I didn’t bother with the debrief questions, I was now wondering to myself “what is an acceptable amount of time to kick a girl out after sex?” 10 minutes later I told her I had things to do, she got dressed and went on her way. As I threw the condom in the bin I noticed it was a bit bloody, she wasn’t lying about the period.

This was most definitely a yes girl and there was no game involved on my part. But, a notch is a notch, and yes, I do keep a count of these.

Lay Report: Leggy Local Celeb

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Like this, except longer black hair… and hotter

This is a long story [1] about another crazy girl. I like these types of girls because they are typically a great lay, but as I found out with this girl and others in the past, it’s not always as a simple as that…

It was Saturday evening and my second full day in Hong Kong. Things were going OK but I wouldn’t go as far to say that I was enjoying myself. I’d done 6 sets so far that day in 4 hours, despite what felt like a billion people on the street, I really struggled to find girls I would bang, never mind ones that I was attracted to.

I was standing in the square outside the World Trade Centre in Causeway bay feeling quite dejected. I’d been texting Xants earlier in the day berating myself for having come to HK in the full knowledge that I don’t like Asian girls. He said the following…

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Words of encouragement from Xants

It spurred me on and he ended up being more or less right. I looked up from my phone and spotted a relatively tall Asian girl with jet black hair, pale white skin, black eye make-up, red lipstick, a black leather jacket, black skirt, black tights and long black boots walking quickly in my direction. She was hot, a comfortable 7, perhaps even an 8. She didn’t recognise my existence but it’s easily the hottest girl I’d seen so far in HK so I had to go for it.

Set – Saturday 16 December

Excuuuuuse me

Yes?

I hope you speak English

Yes a little

Well, I saw you running towards me and I thought you looked very pretty, however, you look very mysterious in all this black, are you on your way to rob a bank or something?

She hooks and starts to guess where I am from. Then her phone starts ringing. She answers and I stand there like a tool for a minute or so. Once the call is finished she apologises to me and says she is late to meet her friends for dinner. At this point 3 girls arrive from behind me to greet her. I notice straight away that all of them are pretty hot. I greet them all quickly and my set, lets call her Ellen, tells me that these are all her colleagues and that they were leaving now.

I turned to Ellen and said “enjoy your dinner, lets get a drink another time”.

All three of her friends were watching, she didn’t look at them before saying “yeah sure.” I typed her number in and we went our separate ways. I heard one of her friends say “WOW that was cool” to her as we departed. The entire interaction lasted around 3 minutes, I didn’t know anything about her and she didn’t know much about me. I didn’t expect it to go anywhere, however I recognised a glimmer of hope when I looked at her whatsapp profile status, it said “I’m a fuck up”.

Texting

I text her at around 11pm that evening and she replied within minutes. The next morning I pinged her a picture of my breakfast (I’d managed to find a place that sold Omelettes) and she sent me one back of her walking her dog. She seemed keen. After a couple of back fourths I invited her out that night. She agreed to meet me at 7pm in Causeway Bay.

D2 – Sunday 17 December

She was a few minutes early and I was a couple of minutes late. She was dressed all in black again but her lips were noticeably shinier than when I met her and her eyes had more make-up on them. Ellen had made an effort.

I took her to the ToTT bar on the 34th floor of the Excelsior building, this is a much more extravagant venue than I would normally take a girl to, but I wanted to see the view. We sat opposite each other at a small table, and we went through the comfort fluff. She drunk Whiskey straight and I had a beer. I asked her what she did for a living;

I’m a Tee wee host

What?

Pwesenting on the tee wee

Aaaaah TV, you mean Tele-V-ision host

Yes

This explained her above average looks and why her friends were also hot. I asked her if she was famous and she said that she usually gets recognised once a day (every time I met her after this, at least one person, always male, would come over to her and ask for a selfie). We carried on chatting and I found out that she was 10 years my junior, 23. She had no brothers or sisters and had lived in HK all her life.

After the drink I suggested we go somewhere else, she said ok as long as she could have a cigarette first. We go outside the venue and as we’re having a smoke I ask her if she still lives with her parents;

No, I haven’t seen my parents in a long time. My father used to beat me so I don’t see him anymore; my mother hates me because of this. I think she is actually crazy because she blames me for ruining her life.

oh shit, I’m sorry to hear that

So I’m living with my ex-boyfriend

That’s a bit weird

We only broke up a week ago

So my timing was good then

My former chode self would have felt sorry for her at this point and gave her a shoulder to cry on, but as she was bearing the contents of her soul to me I was celebrating inside like I’d just won the lottery. Game has turned me into a sick fuck.

Next I walked us to a venue closer to my place called the Metropolitan, we sat beside each other on a couch and I started the questions game. She immediately complained saying that she is terrible at asking about other people. I asked her if that’s because she only cares about herself and she said no, it is rude in her culture to ask a lot of questions to people that you don’t know.

We asked each other a few questions but soon reverted to normal conversation, she was a very chatty and funny girl. It was now after 9.30pm and I realised that I’d got caught in comfort, I was enjoying talking to her too much and not escalating.

I started playing with her hair and commenting on its length, smell, colour and thickness. I started massaging her neck with my left hand and asked about the tattoo she had just behind her ear. She went into a long story, I sighed and placed my right hand on her thigh;

Geez, you talk a lot don’t you?

I like talking to you

That’s nice, but where is the off button?

It’s in a hidden place

I pulled her in and kissed her on the lips, she didn’t reciprocate but didn’t pull away. I pulled away first and she started to have a little melt down;

Wow, I never do this on a first meeting, especially not in public, normally it takes many dates and I have never kissed a Western man, my friends think I am crazy for agreeing to meet you, they warned me not to come

This is not a normal situation; I am only here for a few more days, so let’s just enjoy it

She mentioned that she was hungry and asked if I wanted to try some of the Hong Kong style street food. Unfortunately the place that she took us was on the other side of town from my apartment. As we were walking further and further away we passed 3 other street food places. I tried to get her to go to one of those but she insisted that the one she had in mind was the best in HK.

There was a guy on the street cooking some weird looking food, she spoke to him in Cantonese and ordered a selection of things before we took a seat inside a grubby little restaurant. The lighting was very bright, the tables were dirty, it stunk of fish and there were loud kids everywhere. Excellent seduction location it was not.

The food soon arrived and it looked and tasted revolting. She munched on pork blood and noodles while she ordered pig ovaries for me; it definitely wasn’t a Muslim establishment.

We finished the food and had another cigarette outside. I suggested we go back to mine for a nightcap. She didn’t answer me, so when we finished the cigarettes I walked us back in the direction of my apartment. It was almost a 20-minute walk away. I did my best to talk as much crap as I could until we got to my front door. I opened up and in she came without any hesitation.

I made a big thing about giving her a tour of my massive apartment. It was tiny, there was barely space to walk around the bed and the shower was above the toilet. I poured us both a drink and soon she got a message from her work saying that she needed to be on set at 7am for filming, it was now after midnight. I made a feeble attempt to escalate fast. We lay on the bed beside each other and kissed with tongue. She still had most of her clothes on including 4 upper layers. I didn’t even try to take them off as she said she had to leave and I was pretty sure that I would be seeing her again. In hindsight I should have tried to escalate, as she hadn’t resisted anything up to this point.

D3 – Tuesday 19 December

I had a date with another girl lined up at 7pm (see period girl post). Ellen messaged me about 30mins before I was due to meet period girl asking if I would like to go for dinner that night. I told her that I would let her know shortly. Period girl had already flaked the previous night so it was only 50/50 whether she was going to turn up tonight. At 7.14pm period girl messaged me saying that she still had her period. What a stupid bitch.

I met Ellen at Causeway bay metro. We got the MTR to Mong kok station and she took me to a restaurant that is very popular with the locals. It was ridiculously cheap, less than a pound a beer and the main courses were about £5 and really tasty.

After that we walked around a tempest buddha market place before I took us to a Japanese whiskey bar near my place. We sat at the bar and I ordered us two of the most expensive whiskeys on the menu, not because I was trying to show off, I just wanted to taste them. £100 later and after some pretty flat conversation we left the bar. We stood outside and had a cigarette. It was close to midnight, I suggested we go back to my place for a nightcap and she said no, “I have to go home and walk my dog”. Fine.

As I walked with her back to the metro station I knew I had to lift the vibe, I gave her a piggyback as we walked through the busy metro station. Everyone was staring and she was giggling her head off before begging to be put down. Ellen spoke about how this whole situation was very strange for her. She told me that when Hongkongese girls see other girls with Western men they laugh at them and think that they are sluts. I asked her if she really cared what other people think; “You don’t understand, it’s a different culture here”. At this point I was not confident of the notch, although she had “daddy issues” and a very messed up childhood, she still SEEMED like a sweet, innocent girl and had told me that she had only slept with 2 men in her life.

We agreed to meet the next day at 4pm to go up Victoria Peak, a very popular tourist location with panoramic views of the city. It had gotten to around 2pm and I still hadn’t heard from her. I thought the bubble might have burst on the previous date as the vibe was pretty flat, but at around 3.30pm she text to confirm the meet.

D4 – Wednesday 20 December

We met up at around 4.30pm and got a taxi to the top of Victoria peak, I took a lot of photos and we took some selfies together. It was a very couply vibe and I could sense that she was getting attached. Everything I said, she laughed at and every time I touched her she would squeeze my hand or touch me back.

After this we got a cab back down to the Soho area, we had a drink in a bar before going to a Japanese BBQ that was highly recommended to me by Seven. We sat beside each other on a couch and I ordered all you can drink beer as well as a selection of meats to share and as each dish came out we laughed and joked, I was really enjoying my time with this girl. She would speak to the waiter in Chinese/Hongkongese and although I didn’t know what they were saying and I didn’t feel like I had the frame, I thought it was fucking cool. In my head I was thinking, “I have a local tour guide, not only is she hot, but she’s a local celebrity and likes me. I came to a big city alone and met a woman of this calibre, Daygame is great”.

After dinner we got the metro back to my area and went to my apartment where we drank vodka and smoked cigarettes out of the tiny window. I was feeling tipsy now; I’d had at least 5 beers and the vodka. Ellen began asking about my past relationships and how many lovers I’d had. I told her “probably a lot more than you, but I am 10 years older than you”.

She told me that her first relationship was with a girl when she was 16, they were together for two years. I asked why her first relationship was with a girl and she blamed her father. He used to pull her top down and grab her boobs when she was 15, he wanted to have sex with her. She was scared of men after this and decided that it was safer for her to avoid them altogether.

She then told me that she hadn’t been totally honest, she had one other lover, a 42 year old man whilst she was still with her ex. She used to work in a whiskey bar, this guy would come in with all his friends and never talk. All his friends would laugh and joke with her and he would just be quiet. Inside I was thinking “this guy sounds like he’s running my game”. She quit that job and he called her, (she doesn’t know how he got her number) and they went for lots of “lunches” before she eventually fucked him while she was still with her boyfriend. This girl was promiscuous and it was at this point that I knew I had to go for it.

We kissed and I went for her crotch over the top of her tights, she did not resist. Soon after this all of our clothes were off and then I noticed something was a bit strange, something that had never happened to me with a new girl before. I WASN’T HARD!!!!

It took her a little while to notice as I carried on fooling around with her. But eventually she noticed and asked if it was her fault. I said most definitely not. She had a fantastic body, big hips, small waist, no body hair and long legs. Her breasts weren’t the biggest but I didn’t mind. I really wanted to bang her but my dick was not so keen. Then I started to wonder if my dislike for Asian girls went deeper than I realised. As I’m ruminating on this she started sucking me off and minutes later normal service was resumed. PHEW! The sex was wild, biting scratching and she liked to moan. It was my penultimate night in Hong Kong and I had banged the hottest girl I opened, the relief was immense.

As we lay there I asked her the usual questions. She said she would have had sex earlier but she was on her period. Soon afterwards she got dressed and I ordered her an uber home.

We hung out the next evening, which was my last in Hong Kong. I passed up a date with an airhostess and an opportunity to complete a hatrick of notches to spend the night with Ellen. I am CLEARLY beyond game.

 

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

 

 

Melbourne: First Impressions

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

Scouting

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

Day 1

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

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

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

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

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

The City

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

The Stats

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shame

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

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

It’s all uphill from here

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

 

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

 

 

 

 

Euro Jaunt Review

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Girl – Date – HB Rating – Age

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

Averages: HB 6.86 –  Age 23.5

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

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

What did I do well?

Daygame

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

Wing Selection

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

Vibe Maintenance

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

Scheduling

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

Avoided Revulsion/Meltdowns

This is due to the above.

What could I have done better?

Finances

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

Flexibility

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

Alcohol consumption

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

Productivity

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

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

Could I go full nomad?

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

Final City Rankings

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

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

Kiev Review

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

First Impressions

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

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

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

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

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

The City

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

The Girls

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

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

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

Wings

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

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

Daygame

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

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

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

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

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

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

A date to nowhere with a cute economics student

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

Near Miss with a “Photo-Model”

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

Near Miss with a Whore

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

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

Highlights

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

Lowlights

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

Conclusion

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

 

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

[2] – She never responded to the feeler

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

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

 

Lay Report: Yes girl with dreads

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

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

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

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

Open – Friday 7 July – 10.50pm

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

Epic Text Game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay Report – D6 (!!!) Victory

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

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

Open – Thursday 29 June

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

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

D2 – Sunday 2 July 

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

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

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

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

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

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

D3 – Tuesday 4 July – 3.30pm

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

D4 – Wednesday 5 July – 3.30pm

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

D5 – Wednesday 6 July – 10.30pm

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

D6 – Thursday 6 July – 10.15pm

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

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

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

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

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

Debrief

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lay Report: 20yr Old Violinist

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

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

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

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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.

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

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

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

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

I put Kera firmly in category 3.

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

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

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

D2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Debrief

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

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

Learning Points

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

Moscow Misery

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Where was she?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daygame

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

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

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

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

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

Night Game

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

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

Classy.

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

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

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

Why was it so bad?

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

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

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

Highlights

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

Lowlights

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

Conclusion

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

St. Petersburg – Reconnaissance

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

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

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

Friday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

16:30 – I go home and shower.

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

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

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

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

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

Saturday

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday

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

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

Monday 

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

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

Conclusion

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Near Miss and Blue Balls

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

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

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

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

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

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

D2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay Report: 17 year old Russian

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She was a lot younger looking than this girl.

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

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

Open

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

Intermission 1

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

D2

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

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

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

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

Intermission 2

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


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

D3

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

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

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

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

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

“No”

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

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

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

“You cannot be EIGHT years old!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I need to leave soon”.

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

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

She started typing into google translate;

“Do you have condom”

“Yes, Yes I do”

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

De-brief

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

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

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

 

 

Moscow: First Impressions

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More of this, Please.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Warsaw Review

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Executive Summary

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

Here’s the meat…

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

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

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

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

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

Description – Age – HB Rating

1st NG Notch – 21 – 6

Ukrainian – 25 – 8

Blondie – 22 – 8

The Witch – 27 – 7

J Cups – 24 – 6

Average age – 23.8

Average HB – 7

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

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

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

Highlights – in no particular order

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

Lowlights

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

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

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

Lay Report: J Cups!

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

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

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

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

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

D1

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

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

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

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

D2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

 

Lay Report: Jessica the Witch Rabbit

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

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

Open

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

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

Texting

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

Date

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that Polish?!” I enquired.

“No, it’s witch language”

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

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

 

Update: A month on the road

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

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

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

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

Here are the stats for 14 April to 12 May;

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

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

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

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

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

If Carlsberg did euro-jaunts…

Lay Report: Hot Polish Blondie

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

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

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

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

“is this a date?”

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

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

Date 2 (D3 in daygame terminology)

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

I walked her all of 3 minutes to

Pies Czy Suka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where?”

“Just follow me”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Debrief

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

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

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

Near Miss: Hot Polish Blondie

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She’s not quite this hot

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

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

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

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

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

Texting


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

Date

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are we going?!”

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

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

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

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

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

 

Lay Report: Silly Buggers Ukrainian 

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

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

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

HOOK.

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

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

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

“No, it’s my business partner”

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

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

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

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

Texting


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

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

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

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

Date

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

The shit tests began.

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

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

“OK, I’ll have a latte” she relented

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

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

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

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

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

“OK, let’s carry on walking” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked shocked and went quiet for a minute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sex

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

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

Debrief

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

Biggest Learning Points?

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

 

 

 

 

Update: Wacky Warsaw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Pussy Paradise?

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

The short answer is; NO.

Here’s the longer answer…

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

Let’s start with a more detailed look at my stats.

Sets Number FB Flake idate Date Near Misses Lays
36 33.33% 13.89% 35.29% 0.00% 11.11% 0.00% 8.33%
12 5 6 0 4 0 3

Ridiculous, right? I agree. But let’s dive a bit deeper.

I did 36 sets over the first 5 days of the trip. Starting with a higher number of sets on day 1 and doing progressively less each day. I closed just under half of the girls and pretty much all the rest of them were blowouts except a couple of girls who had boyfriends. I had 4 dates and managed to lay 3 of them, the other girl turned out to be a gold digger who kept spamming me with stupid viber emoticons so much so that I had to block her. I also got laid on day 1 from “night game”. I haven’t included that in my stats as they are solely for daygame. After the first 5 days I didn’t need to do any more game, I had more solid leads than nights left so I started spinning the plates.

Now before you all start booking your flights and burning the city to the ground (I would accept a small amount of blame for this), I’d like to explain how I think I achieved this and why it is not likely this will ever happen again for me and it’s even less likely to happen for a beginner.

I got lucky

The weather forecast was terrible before we set off from London and our first few days would be Easter weekend when the city was supposed to clear out. However, I got 90% of my sets done over that Easter weekend while the weather was still relatively nice, it rained the rest of the trip but I had accumulated all my leads by then so it didn’t matter. Had it been the other way round I probably wouldn’t have gotten laid at all.

Any experienced player will know that there are an unlimited number of outside factors that can happen on dates that will derail you in your efforts of banging YHT. E.g. they could receive a phone call, fat chubby dudes can interrupt you, she may need to catch a last bus home, she may not feel well all of a sudden, the sound of your wing banging a chick senseless in the room next door may freak her out etc. etc. etc. Any of these things can easily prevent you from getting laid.

I did a lot of daygame

Prior to this trip I had done a lot of daygame in my journey, 2157 sets, to be precise. In 2017 alone I had done 252 sets through the slog of winter in London without even getting a whiff of pussy. I firmly believe that every set counts towards your trajectory of the daygame summit, especially if it’s a blowout. I endured around 170 of these on the cold, dark streets of London in the winter of 2017.

Over time, it all averages out

Here are my stats for all of 2017 so far, you will see that it doesn’t look so impressive any more.

Sets Number FB Flake idate Date Near Misses Lays
301 17.28% 5.98% 41.43% 1.33% 2.66% 0.33% 1.00%
52 18 29 4 8 1 3

I’d been to the city before

I wasted no time faffing around trying to figure out the best daygame areas and other inane things and jumped straight into the daygame. Knowing the city also helped me lead on dates, something pretty much all of my notches commented on saying things like “you know this city better than me and I’ve lived here all my life”. Little did they know, I only knew the well trodden daygame path.

I worked on my SMV

It may have seemed like I was wasting a lot of time in the winter months by doing so much daygame. However I also made time for the gym 3 or 4 times a week, most people could probably not tell the difference, but I could and that’s all that matters.

I had my teeth whitened, again, most people didn’t notice, but I did.

I updated my wardrobe buying new daygame boots with height increasing heels, a more fitted (not black) leather jacket and a few fitted t-shirts to try and emphasise my more toned appearance.

I read some philosophy books which I casually dropped into my dates, the latest being Atlas Shrugged. I gave up about 1/8th of the way through War and Peace.

I’m shiny there

I’ve been to a few euro jaunt destinations, but this is where I got the most IOI’s so far and hence the return trip. Two of my notches (one from a previous trip) even said I was more attractive than Tom Hardy, I tried hard to hold back my laughter on both occasions.

So in case you still haven’t got the message, please, please, PLEASE do not go to Belgrade, I really don’t think you would like it. Thanks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

* Believe it or not, I don’t like to brag. If you met me in person you would probably think I’m a relatively quiet, introverted guy who is more interested in your journey than my own. I wouldn’t tell you about this blog unless you explicitly asked me. I’d like to think my wings would back up my self-assessment of my character, but they’d probably just say “he’s a daft Irish git who bangs yes girls”.

 

 

Near Miss: Maria Elena

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She’s not as hot as Penelope Cruz, but she’s as equally if not more crazy than her character in VCB.
After getting over the initial depression caused by the steep drop in quality, I was starting to enjoy Warsaw and all its miserable, sopping wet charm.

I have now lost all track of which euro jaunt day number this was, but it was yesterday. I think I am going through a melt-UP, which I will define as the opposite of a melt-down. I’m really enjoying this, there really is nothing better than having nothing better to do but hit on pretty girls. Anyway, I digress…

I was prowling up and down Marszalkowska street taking advantage of the canopy to protect me from the rain.

It was about 3pm when I saw a girl walking quite slowly and dressed formally, with a long blue coat and a big popped collar. I opened her, told her she looked pretty, like a wizard, all she needed now was a pointy beard and hat. She laughed hysterically at my shit opener.

She was short, brunette, with brown eyes and was showing a little bit of cleavage beneath her black blouse. She was 21 and had a French accent, this is my favourite accent on a girl and I told her so. She hooked almost instantly and told me she was having a bad day, she was looking for a bar to drink some wine but none of her friends wanted to join her. Ding, ding, DING, went my SDL radar. DING!

“well, it just so happens my friend is about to go home for the afternoon, so how about me and you go get a glass of wine together?”. She enthusiastically agreed.

I bounced her to a place called Loik which is just behind Marszalkowska street and coincidentally, about a 3min walk from my apartment. We sat opposite each other, I ordered a beer and she, a glass of wine. We went through the normal comfort fluff, I got the bill and said “let’s go to one more place”. Luckily I had done some scouting previous to this and found a dingy little 24hr “club” which is dark all day, has couches, you can smoke inside (she’s a smoker) and is coincidentally even closer to my apartment.

It was all going swimmingly, I had to use very little game, I’m pretty sure it’s all internalised now and I was carrying her through the motions. We sat opposite each other first, then I went to the toilet, came back and sat beside her. We played the questions game and her answers were filthy, this girl was a real outlier and I have never been more certain of a SDL. We had a couple of drinks, followed by shots and I suggested we get a bottle of wine and watch a movie at my place which just so happens to be directly across the street. What a coincidence!

We went to the nearest supermarket and got a bottle of wine, as we were walking back to mine her phone started beeping frantically. I asked her what’s up, she said “oh it’s just my sister she is telling me I need to leave soon”. FUCK.

It was now around 6.30pm, I got her into the apartment and told her not to worry about her sister, she’d be fine. I put on some music and poured us the wine, I didn’t mention the movie. We had one sip each and she pounced on me, kissing with heavy tongue, and teeth. I told her to cut out the teeth and she obliged. I threw her on the bed and starting removing her clothes. There was absolutely no LMR. I got her down to just her panties, I took off my top and fingered her hard, she was wetter than Warsaw itself. I was sucking on her surprisingly large titties when her phone started RINGING. She answered and started screaming frantically down the phone in what was some form of Frolish (French/Polish). This girl was proper bat-shit crazy.

She hung up the phone, jumped up off the bed and started putting her clothes back on whilst having what can only be described as a hissy-fit. She proclaimed her hate for her sister for always fucking shit up for her. I was dumbfounded… “what’s going on?” I asked. She said “that was my sister, I was supposed to be home at 7pm for a family dinner, I need to leave right now”. It was now 7pm.

She asked me if I had facebook, I added her and away she went. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever even hear from her again due to the degree of her complete bonkersness. But she accepted the friend request a short time later and we are now messaging. Hopefully I will get her out again but it seems every girl in Warsaw is away for a full week now. All my leads are on hold because of this.

I went out drinking that evening with an old wing from Manchester, we watched the football and attempted some game in the bars afterwards. I got a little blondie back to my apartment and she wouldn’t even kiss me. I told her she was stupid, opened the door and said “get the fuck out”. It was around 3.30am. What is game turning me into?

Anyway, two near misses in one day. I love daygame, this shit just doesn’t happen to normals.

 

 

Euro Jaunting – Update

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Exercise is important.

There hasn’t been much to report on the daygame front, I’m still plugging away but with no success, I’ll do another post as to why I think that is. My Euro Jaunt plans on the other hand have developed significantly, and it’s giving me something to look forward to as I stalk the streets of London in the cold.

In my previous post I talked about whether I would do 10 day or 1 month stints. I have heeded the advice of Seven who was jaunting for 6 months more or less non-stop last year.

Flights and accommodation are booked for the following;

Belgrade – 10 days

Warsaw – 1 month

Moscow – 1 month

Warsaw and Moscow are both a bit risky for a month each for different reasons.

Warsaw has a population of less than 2 million and I don’t find Polish girls THAT attractive. However, I do find Ukranian girls attractive, and I’ve heard there are lots of them there, especially when it is still University term time.

I chose to do a month here for a few reasons;

  1. It’s reasonably Westernised
  2. I know of a few daygamers there
  3. I can develop a routine, join a gym etc.
  4. A wing is planning on joining me for 10 days or so
  5. It’s central – If I get bored I can do a few reccy’s

One of my main concerns is that it may be too small. I’m accustomed to gaming in London, and although the quality may not be great at times, there’s plenty to shoot at pretty much all year round. I’ve encountered this problem before when I gamed in both Dublin and Manchester. I found myself opening the same girls repeatedly, I would just laugh it off and it was never normally awkward, but it was still annoying.

So hopefully I will be able to strike the right balance of smashing the daygame whilst not doing too many re-opens, not getting too lonely and developing some sort of routine.

Moscow has a population of 12 million and like any other man with a pulse, I find Russian girls STUNNING. I could leave it at that but I’ll give you some more reasons why I chose a month here;

  1. I’ve always wanted to go to Moscow, even before game
  2. The women are actually women – high heels, good fashion, feminine and proud of it
  3. I’ve got a wing in St. Petersburg so I may take the express train up and do a reccy
  4. A wing will be joining me for more than half of the month so I won’t be too lonely
  5. Doing a month again allows me to develop a routine, join a gym etc.
  6. Did I mention the women are STUNNING?

I’ve been reading Tom Torero’s Cold Calling Serialisations. He talks about how it’s easy to become lonely/depressed if things aren’t going well.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” I’ve had some of my favourite memories with the hottest girls in Moscow, and I’ve also had some of the bleakest travel moments of my life there. It seems to be one or the other, with very little in between. Either I’m having a great time, or I’m desperate to get the next plane out of the city.

However, I’m more than 2.5 years into my journey now, I’ve approached almost 2000 girls, there’s no excuses, I need to man up, go there and see what it’s like for myself.

This will take me up to the end of June. I’m hoping by this point that I haven’t spent all my rubels/pounds and that I won’t have burned out or melted down. If I have avoided both of these scenarios then I will carry on, most likely to Kiev and/or Minsk.

However, I’m conscious that it will be going into July at this point. It will probably be too hot to daygame outside and it will be holiday season, most of the girls will be out of town.

Looking back to last year, July and August in London were actually good. Girls were happy to be outside, the weather was nice and I got 4 notches in that period. Yes, there were lots of fair weather daygamers and spammers stinking up the vibe, but London is big, it has a higher refresh rate at this time of year and most of the part-timers can’t reach hook point, so they’re not really competition.

The only problem with returning to London is that I will have to plug back into the matrix to keep myself off the streets (not in the daygame sense). Once I do that I will probably not be able to go jaunting until the following season. I quite fancy another month or so in September/October, so I have to figure out how I will manage both my finances and vibe in the intervening months.

Euro Jaunting

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I wasn’t going to talk about this too much, but apparently it’s good to talk about it, and it is sure to play a big part in my players journey. 

As I mentioned towards the end of my last post, planning has commenced in earnest for my longest Euro Jaunt to date. I’ve already been to Bucharest, Prague (twice) and Belgrade and the longest I stayed in any of those places was 10 days.

This spring I will do at least five destinations over a time-span of at least three months, or until my money runs out, or whichever comes first. I am not planning to return home between trips as I will be quitting work (or going on sabbatical – still to be negotiated), selling up all my stuff and moving out of my apartment in London with just my carry-on luggage. Those gamma minimalist blokes off that documentary would be proud.

I am fast discovering that there are a lot of things to consider when trying to plan such a trip. Here is a list of some of those things in no particular order;

How hot are the birds in each location?

How will I travel between locations?

How likely is it that I’ll get laid in each location?

How long should I stay in each location?

What’s the best time of year to go?

Should I book the flights and accommodation in advance or leave it to the last minute and have a more flexible schedule?

Where are the best daygame areas in each location?

What is the cost of living in each location?

Will they have omelettes in each location?

Do they speak English?

Are there other things to do there in case I get a meltdown (whatever that is)?

Will I get lonely?

Will I go insane without work or a project other than picking up girls?

I have considered all of these things and could probably do a blog post on each question. However, I won’t bore you with all of those details, instead I’ll just fill you in with what I have decided so far.

My first attempt at a travel itinerary included 9 destinations with 10 days in each. From my vast Euro Jaunting experience, I found 10 days to be a good number. I sent this itinerary to my original wing and he told me I was a madman to do so many locations, my other wings approved of my itinerary and were quite jealous, but what Seven said got me thinking.  I may end up being frustrated by leaving each place with lots of leads and not enough time to convert them. The shorter stints may put a lot of pressure on me to get laid and could lead to me pulling too much on dates and crashing the car.

I then considered doing only 3 places and a month in each. This approach has several advantages e.g. cheaper rent, routine, breathing space as there would be more time to convert. The danger with this approach is that the girls could despise me and I may hate the city and be stuck there for a month.

Now I’m leaning towards hedging my bets and doing a mixture of the two. I’ve managed to get two notches on each of my last 10 day jaunts. However, I’ve heard this is not so easy the further East you travel into the FSU.

I have booked the first leg of the trip and I will be easing myself in by returning to Belgrade for 10 days. I enjoyed it there last time, they have omelettes if you know where to look, I’m still texting the hot girl I laid last time and I have a few other leads to follow up on, as well as obviously trying to bang some new girls.

After that I want to see Zagreb, Warsaw, Kiev and Moscow. I’ve never been to any of these places and I have heard very good reports on all of them. I’m thinking of doing two to three weeks in the first three and a month in Moscow. If I still have time and/or money I wouldn’t mind throwing Minsk into the mix as well. This plan may change radically going forward but that’s what I’m going with for now.

Two wings have already agreed to join me for two of the trips, if you’re are planning on visiting any of these places for some daygame then let me know and maybe we can co-ordinate dates.

Shit’s getting real.

 

 

 

 

 

2016 – The Year of 1000 Sets

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1000 sets, 23 notches, a couple of eurojaunts, no meltdowns, a little bit of burnout, swallowing the red pill, it’s been an eventful year and definitely my most progressive year in game.

I moved to London this year and that was the single biggest push forward in my game. Anyone who is complaining about living in a small city, start saving and get yourself to London. Not only are there a lot of girls (even if most of them are 6’s) but if you’re not a weirdo, you can meet some like minded guys who are on a similar journey as I have done this year.

I more than doubled my total approach count this year (its now at 1905). In 2014 I did 364 sets, notching 4, in 2015 I did 541 sets, notching 5. It was never my goal to do 1000 sets in 2016, I was quite close to it with a few days of the year remaining and decided to push through and go for it. I really don’t see how people find it difficult to track their sets. I don’t tear a train ticket, I don’t transfer a coin from one pocket to another, I finish a set and I add them up in my head, I’ve never got it wrong and I’ve never lost track.

If you are not tracking your progress, how do you know if you’re getting better? Feelz?

Here’s a rundown of the lucky ladies broken down by city approached, Nationality and (conservative) HB rating, and the * means “night/bargame” notch;

London

  1. Black beauty -English – 8
  2. Aussie Sheila – Australian – 7
  3. Thai fake titties – Thai – 7
  4. Naughty Teacher – German – 7 
  5. English Virgin – English – 7 
  6. Mauritian Beauty – Mauritian – 8
  7. Turkmenistan Girlfriend Material – Turkmen – 8, almost a 9
  8. English Paki – English – 7
  9. Japanese Outlier – Japanese – 7
  10. Greek cougar – Greek – 6
  11. Silly Spanish – Spanish – 6/7
  12. Burrito Bar Bang – Polish – 7*
  13. Hungarian Restaurant worker – Hungary – 6*
  14. French Racoon – French – 6/7*

Manchester

  1. Canadian Challenger – Canada – 7
  2. Turkish Delight – Turkish – 7 

Prague

  1. Slovak SDL  – Slovakian – 6
  2. Russian SDL – Russia – high 7

Belgrade

  1. Filthy stairwell girl – Serbian – 6
  2. Girl next door cheats on her bf – Serbian – High 7 

Cape Town

  1. Cute coloured girl – South African – 6 *
  2. Crazy tattooed girl – South African – 7 *

Marseille

  1. Holiday Romance – French – high 7 *

I don’t really like adding the bargame notches to the tally, but several of my wings have told me I’m mad not to count them. Those included, that’s almost two new women a month for 2016, if you had told me that at the beginning of the year, I’d have bitten your hand off. However, it was a grind to there.

I honestly don’t think my game is any better than that of the peers I wing with. I’ve listened back to my sets, watched theirs and if anything, they’re better than me. Maybe my sub-communication is better than I give myself credit for, but I think the biggest difference this year is that I have been out there consistently when perhaps some of the time I should have been at home with my feet up.

Let’s look a bit more closely at the stats…

Sets Numbers FB’s Flakes idates Dates Near Misses Lays
1000 18.80% 3.80% 10.70% 0.90% 4.30% 0.40% 1.70%
188 38 107 9 43 4 17

I’m still averaging a number close for just over 1 in 5 of my sets.

Of the number closes I’m getting 1 in 4 out onto a date.

Of the dates I am converting every 2.5 girls to a lay.

I had 4 near misses this year as well, where I had the girl on my bed, but could not overcome the LMR.

My stats were actually a lot better than this prior to November. My flake rate seemed to increase in the winter months and fellow players reported similar results. Daygame is definitely easier in Summer, you can still get results in winter, but it’s more of a grind.

Swallow?

This year is probably the first that I got caught up in the manosphere, I don’t read and comment on forums, but I have taken more of an interest in red pill bloggers such as Heartise, Black Dragon and Rollo Tomassi. Reading too much of this can fuck up your vibe, however, it is essential to know the biology of why women do what they do. Understand the feminine imperative, but don’t let it make you bitter.

One of the side-effects of becoming red pill aware is that you start to want to rebel against the system that you have been a pawn in all of your life. This is already happening to me and next year I am planning on hitting the eject button, at least temporarily. I’ve already saved enough cash to quit my job for at least three months. I’ll do this from April onwards and I’ve put a couple of draft itineraries together. I’ll be hitting up all the usual suspects in Eastern Europe, so if you’re going to be travelling, are not a weirdo, and would like to team up for a trip then send me an email to roywalkerdaygame@gmail.com.

I’ve been advised that jaunting alone can be tough, after all, we are social beings and I have never travelled for this long alone before, so I would welcome the company.

My plan is to daygame even more in 2017 as I will not have a job holding me back for at least three months of the year. See you on the streets…

 

 

Belgrade you Beauty

b6_ouqdiuaajymsThe dust has settled, my liver is regenerating, my thoughts are becoming coherent again and I am reflecting on what was a fun trip to Belgrade through the medium of this blog post.

In short – I like it and I’ll definitely go back, I’d go back tomorrow if I had the chance.

Here’s the long story…

Xants from citydaygame has already had his say here however, we both had quite different experiences, even though we were shacking up together.

I really like the girls there. Their fashion is great, they’re friendly, feminine and I find them fucking hot. I think they liked me too because I got more IOI’s there than I did anywhere else.

The biggest difference I noticed was the monoculture in comparison to Prague. Monoculturism can be great politically but not for improving your chances of banging YHT. I think I only approached one foreigner and she wasn’t really a foreigner, she was from Montenegro. The trouble with so many local girls is that they have established social circles that include hordes of orbiters waiting for their chance. If they’re students in a foreign city (Prague) or just on holiday (London) then this obstacle is removed.

On the flipside, the fact that they are all local and live more or less identical lives can mean that they are bored senseless and are craving for some adventure in the form of Irish cock. Read more about that here.

Belgrade is a bit bigger than Prague. You have Knez Mihailova as well as the long road up towards the University. It’s a bit hillier which I wasn’t so keen on, but I guess it’s good for the fitness.

Another thing that did strike a chord with me about the city was that it was quite difficult to find an omelette after 12.30pm. The only way we overcame that obstacle was by making them at home. According to some in the community, this is absolute faggotry.

To me, the city didn’t feel burned. But I don’t think anywhere was as burned as Prague was this Summer. I still got my fair share of blow-outs, but no more than I would in London.

Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty…

Approaches: 49

Sessions: 5

Numbers: 10

Facebooks: 5

Flakes: 4

idates: 0

First Dates: 5

Second Dates: 3

Lays: 2

I number farmed hard the first day approaching 18 girls (a lot more than my usual) as I was full of new city vibe. The number of approaches gradually decreased in the subsequent days along with my vibe.

My vibe wasn’t helped much by the fact that I was drinking and smoking heavily every night and generally not sleeping very well due to construction going on outside our apartment.

One thing that did pick my vibe up massively was having good wings. I was winging with Xants most of the time and occasionally Mr Arr and sometimes both. We kept each others spirits up and I don’t think I would have approached as much solo, under the circumstances. A shout out also goes to Garzero whom I never daygamed with but had a few beers with, he seems like a nice chap and has some good stories.

I stopped approaching after the first 5 days. I just couldn’t be bothered any more and I’d built up enough leads and had set up some dates. Here are the dates in chronological order with a brief synopsis of what happened on each;

Date 1: Pink Panther – Monday 17 October – Awkward kiss goodbye

Date 2: Police officer – Tuesday 18 October – no kiss

Date 3: Cow Girl – Tuesday 18 October – Lay in the hallway of my apartment block

Date 4: Super K girl – Wednesday 19 October – Peck on the lips

Date 5: Red Head – Thursday 20 October – Proper kissing

Date 6: Pink Panther (date 2) – Thursday 20 October – Proper kissing

Date 7: Super K Girl (date 2) – Thursday 20 October – Peck on the lips

Date 8: Red Head (date 2) – Friday 21 October – Lay

 

As you can see I was double and triple booking myself as the clocked ticked on. I set aside the hole of my last day for the red head as I had a good feeling about her.

I have a handful of leads which are still texting that I never got out, including one I closed from ‘night game’ which at the moment for me is approaching girls when half pissed (hopefully this will not be the case for much longer with the help of Jimmy). All of the girls I went on dates with are leads except for the Super K girl who has since went psycho over text. There’s still enough to go back for and a couple of them are even talking about coming to London to visit me. This is not always a good idea which I am currently discovering with my Russian. FML.

As with any city, I think if you can spend a month there your chances of getting laid will increase. Most of the girls I got out on dates were very K selected in that it would have taken 3 or 4 dates. I need to improve my screening abilities on these K girls to try determine which ones are time wasters earlier on.

What does all of this mean?

I’ve caught the bug and have already started laying the foundations. My plan for next year is to quit my job and go contracting, working only 6 to 8 months of the year. I will be ‘euro-jaunting’ the rest of the time. I haven’t decided on a timeline yet or if I will stick to the 10 day stints or a month or longer in each place. But I’ve decided I’m definitely doing it, the red pill is beginning to sink its teeth in.

 

Oui Oui Marseille

I have been in Marseille for the past week to watch football, drink beer and catch up with old mates. So I haven’t done any game as such. 

However, I just can’t stop myself when I see an opportunity…

We arrived first thing in the morning last Thursday. I met my mates at the airport and we jumped in a cab to the Old Port in the city centre where our accommodation was.

My initial impressions of the place were that it was quite grubby and in need of a good scrub. But once you get into the Old Port area it’s quite nice. There are big open, pedestrianised streets  surrounding the port which I imagine would be fine for Daygame in normal situations. The streets were full of drunken Polish, Hungarian and Iceland fans for the majority of my stay.

I got chatting to the cab driver on the way in. He was a young, good looking guy. I’d give him an 8. I asked him all about the best bars, touristy activities etc. Then I asked him about the girls, are they hot and are they available? I said this jokingly as I was really only here for the beer. However, his response tickled me. He said “it’s very difficult, you have no chance with the girls here, they don’t like foreign, drunk men”. Fast forward 10 hours and I am balls deep in a local French girl. How did that happen?

I’d been out drinking with my mates, we were exploring the pubs. There was one bar with an outside section full of Iceland fans chanting “hooooof, hooooof, hooooof”. My mate thought this was hilarious so ran over to join in the craic. I saw a pretty girl sitting on her own watching the lads and laughing. I went over to her and announced in my finest Frenglish “excuse moi, I hope you speak anglais”, “I do” she said whilst giggling. “Supeeeeer” said me.  I could see that she was interested straight away, you could even say she hooked. “Tu Es beau” I continued (which is apparently the masculine version of you are beautiful). I then switched to English, “what the hell are you doing here alone in a bar full of drunken football fans”. 

“My friend has just left and I was enjoying the atmosphere so I thought I would stay”, Green light. 

I left my friend to hoof and he quickly got bored before heading home and leaving me with the girl. 

The girl was an olive skinned  local whose parents descended from Algeria. 

We had a couple of drinks together before I invited her back to my place. She was more than happy to come back. The only trouble was that there was 4 lads in an apartment with only two beds. My mates were already in bed when I got back, however one of them obviously heard a female voice and promptly vacated the room to move to the couch. Good friend. I fucked her all night and was raw dogging her for most of the time. It’s just better. 

I ended up having a mini relationship with this girl for the rest of my stay in Marseille. She often joined me and my mates to watch football and drink beer. She is a smart, funny and very good looking girl with great big fake titties. I couldn’t get enough of them. I fucked her 3 or 4 times each night/morning. It was the closest thing I had to a relationship in about 3 years and it felt a bit alien to me.

On the last couple of days I was getting bored and she seemed to be getting more and more attached. I remembered why I don’t do relationships any more, monogamy is definitely not for me. I remember hearing a quote which sums this subject up nicely…

Ro: [on hearing Mr Hill is cheating on his wife] I don’t get it. Mrs Hill is pretty. I mean, she’s really pretty. 

Gina: Show me a beautiful woman, I’ll show you a man who’s tired of fucking her.

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. 

Cape Town Experience

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The Purpose

I was going to visit friends and decided to turn it into an extended winter escape. A good wing of mine got wind of this and asked if he could join, to which I said yes, as long as he knew that I wasn’t going to be gaming everyday.

The City

Cape Town is a stunning place. Bang in the middle of the city centre is a big mountain with a flat top – Table Mountain, you have the Indian Ocean on the East Coast, Pacific on the West. There is a buzzing nightlife, friendly people and most importantly – hot women.

The most common gripe about Cape Town and South Africa in general is that it’s dangerous. This is bullshit. If you have an ounce of intelligence about you, you will quickly figure out how to stay safe.

There is a massive disparity in wealth. There are some areas of where you have black people living in informal settlements (tin houses with no legal water or electricity supply) right next to a huge mansion with one or two rich white folk inside it. There’s definitely still a race stigma, which we won’t get into here.

The official population is just under 1 million, however, they don’t count the majority of people living in the informal settlement when carrying out the census.

The Women

I’ve never seen a more diverse range of women anywhere; admittedly, I haven’t seen most of the world. In Cape Town you have Whites of English, French, Italian and Dutch descent, Blacks, Cape coloureds (The result of the blacks and whites interloping), Portuguese, Chinese and Indian. This melting pot of cultures has resulted in some truly stunning women; it is common to see a petit white girl with big lips, ass and boobs. The vast majority of the women are obviously black because, well, it’s Africa. Of these black women about 2% of them are hot in my opinion.

Here are some more images of hot ones;

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The Cost

I spent £700 on the flights, £400 on accommodation and £800 on spending money, so all in it was roughly £2,000 for a two-week trip. You could go anywhere on the world for that money. However, once you are there you get a lot of bang for your buck (not that type of bang). The Rand is very weak to the pound at the moment so you could get a beer in most places for £1-1.50 and a really good steak in a posh restaurant for £8-10. This is what I did pretty much every day and night, I could have easily spent less money if I cooked at the apartment, but I couldn’t be arsed with that.

The Daygame

There are not a lot of locations for a decent daygame session. The best spot is the V&A waterfront. If it’s not too hot outside you can walk around the harbour, the mall is quite big and this is where I did the majority of my daygame.

If beach game is your thing, there are plenty of beaches to try, there is also Long street which I have tried a few times. However, you get a lot of beggars here, especially at night time and it’s not always safe. Camps Bay is another area I’ve tried with no success.

In the Waterfront you a mix of foreign and local girls. It was model season (most of these are from overseas) when I was there. I think I approached four models and my wing approached more.

There were a LOT of cougars walking around this mall. I approached one of these and she seemed a bit shocked, I don’t think they’re used to this.

My main issue with the daygaming there was the lack in both quality and quantity.

I went daygaming 7 times. Overall I approached 28 girls, got 1 number to nowhere (she replied to every message but would never commit to meeting) and 1 instant date to nowhere (she had a bf). My average session lasted 3 hours – 1 approach every 1 hour 20 mins. Pathetic.

In my defence I was hung over for most of these sessions so my vibe was generally shit. My wing did at least double the approaches and got loads of numbers.

The Night Game

I am not a night gamer as I have mentioned in a previous post. I’m not against night game, I’d actually like to learn how to go out and approach women at night without a drop of alcohol. But for now it’s all about the daygame.

I think Cape Town is much better for night game than daygame. At night there are lots of girls in one place and the majority of them are hot. The only problem is that there is lots of competition. One night I went out and opened a two-set with a buddy. We got chatting and persuaded them to come to another bar with us. They did and even bought us a drink when we got there. I was standing talking to my one at the bar trying to figure out how I was going to isolate and then a massive black dude strolled over, stood between me and her, shook her hand and introduced himself. I could see she was attracted to him straight away. I stood there for a minute and awkwardly started talking to my friend and his girl. I felt like a tool. I didn’t know what to do so I just walked off with my tail between my legs. That was my first ever AMOG experience, feck night game.

Would I recommend it?

As a daygame destination – No, as a holiday destination, yes. There’s just not enough girls there, I think I have been spoiled by the sheer quantity of girls in London lately.