Tales of Excess and Desire

Despite my lack of enthusiasm for daygame in Brisbane I decided to meet my friend in the city and do a few approaches before we had dinner together. He is a bit late so I do some solo daygame while I am waiting. I walk down the Queen St Mall and memories of my journey float past me as I start to get in my daygame trance and float along the mall. The hours I spent on this strip “embracing the grind”. I walk past Hungry Jacks to my right. I remember the Korean with long skinny legs I met there. … [Read more...]

In my first year of daygame I was full of enthusiasm. I thought with enough practice I would gain the skills to seduce 8’s. I have since learnt that the only way to seduce 8’s is by being a 9. That might be a mountain too high to climb in Brisbane. But I didn’t know that back then. There I was sipping my 7/11 coffee at St George Square in Brisbane city and Felicity walked past. She was blonde, tall, and slim sexy belly. I melted. She was wearing tight denim jeans and a leather jacket with a high … [Read more...]

Gypsie - Milf I Forgot Was Sugar Baby On Friday morning I threw out a few date invitations and a 27-year-old, that was only a low 7 responded the most compliantly. She was so compliant and so easy to deal with over text that I chose her over her much hotter and younger competition. I set my budget to $1000 a month in “gifts” and about that much again in expenses. Meals, hotels, etc. I had in my mind two strategies that could suit my budget. The first strategy was the most exciting and … [Read more...]

Did Micky die, did he retire, or did he just give up on game? A little bit of each. My 13-year-old son got sick. Very sick. He was diagnosed with Wilson’s disease in September last year. He didn’t respond to treatment. He is completely paralysed, and will most likely need to be cared for for the rest of his life. I have spent half my life since then in the hospital with him. At first I was too overcome with grief to approach girls, but by Christmas I pushed myself out to approach in Brisbane … [Read more...]

I’m in the hospital room with my son. I hear some noise in the hallway. I glance up and an attractive, but beaten up, girl in her late twenties is milling about talking to the staff. She is slim, with dark straight hair and wearing a black singlet. As she turns I get a full visual of her braless small but perky tit. That’s a bit hot. I think. I see her the next day in the family room. I like skinny girls, but she is gaunt and unhealthy looking. Her arm is in a sling and she has cuts on her … [Read more...]

I managed to get a week’s holiday and fly to Jakarta to experience a bit of white man privilege. Don’t tell anyone, but Jakarta is the best city I have ever been to for Tinder. They are so racist and chauvinist there, I love it. They just love white men. I sat in my apartment in Jakarta high on sex addiction having fucked 6 girls in the last 5 days. What the fuck am I going to do about my finances? I think to myself. Since my mum had given me some inheritance I had been reflecting on my … [Read more...]

I don’t think I had done any daygame since April. I might have done a few approaches in Jakarta in August. Oh, I did do a dozen in Bangkok in August. Still, I was out of practice. With the grief for my son I couldn’t be bothered, and part of me thought it was improper. I was so broken, my son was so broken, I just couldn’t imagine running up to a girl and putting on a happy face. But after 3 months in the hospital with my son, I thought I could give daygame a go. Now remember I had already … [Read more...]

Growing up as a kid we teased any other boys that were slightly feminine or hinted at being gay and laughed and poked fun at spastics. I had my first child when I was 29. A beautiful baby boy. As he grew into a toddler he was as rough and tough as any boy. He played with boys toys and when he fell down a flight of three stairs he stood himself back up, shook his head, and went back to playing without as much as a whimper. He’s such a little boy, I thought. He’s going to grow up to be tough. And … [Read more...]

My mum is coming to visit my son Tommy in hospital. I pull up at the Brisbane airport. She is waiting there for me with her suitcase. I get out, give her a hug and put her bags in the boot. We drive off towards the hospital. “So how is he?” She asks “He’s pretty fucked. He’s just out of it on painkillers all the time.” “What do the doctors say? Do they still think he will get better?” “They have changed their language from will recover to ‘show some improvement’. They have no idea.” … [Read more...]

So my 14-year-old son is sick. Very sick. He is so sick if there was a God I would say “Kill him or make him better.” But there can’t be a God because he only got worse. Many people prayed for him. He kept getting worse. He is now almost totally paralysed and in constant pain. If you could think of a fate worse than death, this is it. I keep him company. I read to him. I shower him. I roll him from side to side in his bed. I take him for walks in his wheelchair. I speak to the doctors. I … [Read more...]