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 decided Brisbane was shit for daygame (at least for me). I would approach 100 average looking girls (mostly Asian), get 25 numbers, 10 would reply, 2 would come out on dates and I would fuck one of them. If that was all I had ever experienced it wouldn’t seem so bad. If I applied myself I could fuck 1-2 new girls a month and after a while have a regular or two. But after travelling Eastern Europe where I would approach 100 much hotter girls, get more numbers, dates, and fuck closer to 4 new girls a month. Or Asia where I had so many Tinder dates and would just do a little bit of daygame on my daily walks and fuck 3-4 girls a week. Brisbane felt like hard work.
But Brisbane was where I was. My good friend and daygame wing Toby had been inviting me to go and do some daygame with him every other week for the last few months. “The streets miss Micky.” He would say. Finally I decided to go out with him. I didn’t know if I would even approach, but I liked the Ramen in the Queen St Mall so at least I would get a good feed.
We met outside Hungry Jacks. “I haven’t approached in months.” I say.
“Oh, a bit of AA. I don’t think I have ever seen Micky with AA.” Says Toby. “What about her?” He asks as a sexy dark skinned Asian dressed in a tight fitting black dress walks past briskly.
“She is walking very fast. She has somewhere to go.” I say.
“Yeah.” He agrees.
“Oh fuck it.” I say as I run after her. I stop her and we talk for 30 seconds. As expected she is in a hurry to meet friends. She seems intrigued, but not so keen. I say good bye.”
“First one is the worst one.” Says Toby.
“You know there was no AA at all. It was almost disappointing. I expected a little bit of a rush. Maybe I have done it too many now to get scared.”
We walk up and down the Queen St Mall. Just one street worth walking up and available girls few and far between. I open a couple more girls. I get one number. I’m not very excited. We decide to go to dinner. As we are walking into the Myer centre I see a funky dressed Asian girl walking past with headphones on. I want her. I stop her.
“I like your style. You must be from Japan.”
“No. I am from China.” She says looking up at my with big round eyes.
“I don’t believe you. Chinese girls aren’t funky like you.”
“Yes. I am. I can show you my passport.”
“Haha, that won’t be necessary.”
I grab one of her earphones. “What are you listening to?” I say putting the bud into my ear.
“Just some pop music.” She says.
We are now standing very close. Our eyes are fixed on each other while we listen to her music. This is a good set.
We talk for a bit longer, she agrees to meet me another day for coffee, and I get her facebook. I am feeling better about daygame in Brisbane.
I leave her and walk a few more meters before I see another girl walking towards me. She is also Asian, I predict Thai. She is pretty, slim and wearing short denim shorts showing off her caramel legs.
Her name is Pam and she is from Hat Yai. The set is not as crackling with sexual energy as the last one, but she likes me. I get her number and head off to the Ramen restaurant with Toby.
Over the next week I messaged both of them back and forth, but was only able to get Pam on a date. She met me at the Southbank wheel the following Friday. She turned up a bit overdressed with high heels, but looking good. I was glad she had gone to the effort to make herself hot for me.
We walked along the river to the grass area and I pulled out my picnic blanket and we sat down.
“So you are from Hat Yai. What do you do there?”
“My family is there and I was working at the airport. I work on the check in desk, but I want to be a flight attendant.”
“That would be a cool job. I was seeing a Philippine flight attendant. She would come to Brisbane once a month and I would stay with her. In that hotel.” I say as I point to the Next hotel in the city. “She loved it. She had all these selfies of her in front of all the worlds landmarks, like Eifel tower, Sydney Opera house, etc.”
“That does sound fun. Do you still see her?”
“No. I was her adventure. She has a serious boyfriend now and won’t meet me anymore.” I say with a smile.
“So are you Mr adventure man?“
I laugh and reflect a little on Micky’s adventures. “I used to be. Not so much anymore. I am having some family issues I need to be in Brisbane for and I don’t have much time to meet new girls or even go on dates. I made a special allowance for you because you are so cute.”
She smiles demurely and pauses. I sense she wants to ask me about my family issues, but is being polite and holding back.
And what about you?” She asks. “What do you do for work?”
“I have a few ecommerce businesses, my main one sells landscaping products. Here.” I say as I get out my phone and show her my website.
“Oh they’re nice.” She says. “Are you a landscaper?”
“No. Although I did study horticulture many years ago. It doesn’t interest me so much anymore.”
“Really. I love growing plants. I have a little herb garden at the back of our house.”
“You still live with your parents?”
“No. I’m too young to get married.”
She chuckles. “Have you been married before?”
“No. I had a 12 year relationship and have three kids, but we never got married.”
“Why not?” she asks
“I wanted to after we were together a few years, but she didn’t want to. Then after about 7 years she wanted to, but I didn’t see the point. We had already bought a house together and had one kid, I would rather spend the money on the business, the house or a holiday.”
“What about your kids? Wouldn’t they want you to be married.”
“Maybe, but it’s not the same in Australia as Thailand and other more traditional countries. Nobody cares if you’re not married here. The kids friends wouldn’t even know that we weren’t married. And if they did they wouldn’t care.”
“What about you? Do you want to get married?”
“Of course. One day, but I want to travel and progress more in my career first.”
“Wow, a real modern day woman. I suppose you will tell me you’re a feminist next.”
“I believe in women’s rights, but I also believe that the man should be the head of the house. So I’m not sure if that makes me a feminist or not.”
“Your dad is the head of your house?”
“Yes. He works hard and mamma takes care of him, the house, and the kids. She makes most of the decisions, but he has the final word on everything.”
“If I ever do get married, that’s the dynamic I want.”
“Same. I want a man who is a man.”
“Ok. Let’s get married.” I jest. “I’ve got a bit going on now, but maybe in 7 years.”
She looks at me not sure how much I am joking. “OK” She plays along.
“What have you planned for the next 7 years?”
“Well, I started traveling a couple years ago. I had set up my business so it could run without me here all the time and then I would take off for a month or two, come home, hang out with the kids, do some work, and take off again. I got heavily into writing fiction. I loved it. I would explore a new city and write in cafes.”
“What sort of writing? You mean like books?”
“I just tell stories of my life, but I make stuff up. Sometimes fiction is more real than the truth. I might have a conversation in my head, but decide to make that with one of my characters.”
“Have you published anything?”
“No, but I have over a million words in unpublished drafts. I think when I do decide to publish it will come in a flood.”
“That’s cool. I like to read, maybe you could send me some stories.”
I decide to tell her about Tommy. It feels like the elephant in the room. My whole life at this stage revolves around me spending most of my time in the hospital and staying at Southbank.
“I’m not writing much now. My son got very sick in September and he is in the Children’s hospital just up the road. I’m staying in an apartment next door so I can look after him. I was just with hm before I came to meet you. He has a nurse with hm now.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. Can I ask what is wrong with him?”
I really don’t want to go into the story again, but I did open the gate. “He has Wilson’s disease so he doesn’t eliminate copper. It builds up in the liver and when the liver rejects it the copper goes to the brain. There it causes damage to the Basal Ganglia which controls movement. So he has symptoms like cerebral palsy and motor neuron disease. The poor kid is almost completely paralysed.”
“Will he get better?”
“They don’t know. Maybe.”
The topic flattens my vibe and I can see she changes a bit towards me. She seems to sympathise with me. I doubt sympathy is an attraction trigger. I steer the conversation to more sexual topics and we play the questions game. She takes to it, but is holding back a bit. She takes my touch when I compare hand sizes and I can see she likes me, but wants a bit more time. I am tired and don’t really have more time to give. I want to fuck her, but with everything going on I don’t really have the patience. I asked her if she had a guilty pleasure and she said chocolate. I said weed. She said she likes weed too. I invited her back to my apartment for a puff. She said ok. Maybe things are turning. We walk for a couple minutes and get to the bridge that goes back into the city.
“Look, on second thoughts, I’m a bit tired, I might just go home.”
I turn to her. We are standing close. There is strong sexual tension. I think she is really saying take me for another drink before we go to your apartment.
“Yeah. I’m tired too. Let’s do it another night.” I kiss her on the cheek. She makes no move to leave. I hold her hand. “It was lovely meeting you.” She looks up at me. I could kiss her. I can’t be fucked. “Bye.” I say as I leave her standing on the bridge.
I get back to my apartment on my own. I get stoned and lie on the bed. I can’t believe I fucked that up. She was a strong maybe, almost yes, and I was just too impatient. I remind myself that I am overwhelmed and in grief and not myself. I also remind myself that fucking another 40kg Thai girl is not going to make much of a change to my life. I will wake up tomorrow morning the same regardless. Still, my dick is strongly disagreeing with me.