My Brisbane daygame journey has come to an end. To be honest I am sick of daygame in Brisbane, I think Brisbane is a wonderful city to live, it’s clean and safe and has lot’s of public spaces like Southbank, but for a 42 year old average looking white guy, daygame is not ideal. While Aussie girls can be hot, like all the West, they are generally pretty masculine, being the product of fifty years of feminism, that’s not a winge so much as an observation and recognition that it’s not attractive to me, on the other side of the coin I’m not particularly attractive to the Aussie girls I want to fuck.
The sexual market place in Australia is tough. Aussie guys are pretty good looking and that puts me at about a 6, which means I get to fuck 5’s which make me vomit. I was just travelling the tourist destinations of Indonesia and Thailand and you could tell the couples from Australia, the guys were 8’s and the girls were 6’s. In Asia I am an 8 and fuck 6’s and 7’s easily. In Brisbane it’s hard for me to even fuck Asian 6’s. I walk around and think, What the fuck am I doing in Brisbane grinding to fuck Asian 6’s and 7’s when I can get laid multiple times a week by the same level of girl in Asia? There is the South American students that are in abundance in Brisbane, but you’re still facing the same competition, they have increased their SMV by a point or two just moving to Australia.
The encouraging thing I noticed on my travels is that hot Russian women I would class as 7-8’s were consistently with 5-6 guys, so off to Eastern Europe as soon as the snow melts. I don’t expect it to be easy or pussy paradise, but I do expect my SMV to go from a 6 to a 7, which as I experienced in Asia is a complete game changer. But this post if meant to be a reminisce of my Brisbane daygame journey. I am so glad I did it, over two years of regular daygame desensitised me and has given me the freedom to approach wherever I am with very little fear.
I discovered daygame at the end of September 2015, did my first approach around 20th October, and moved to inner city Brisbane in mid November. To get good at daygame I wanted to live somewhere that had decent pedestrian traffic so rented an old five-bedroom house in West End, a twenty-minute walk into the CBD. I had visions of a PUA house like in The Game, but instead it turned out to be more like a small business, I was able to rent out four rooms to international students and keep the best room for myself, making a small profit. As I digested the red pill that daygame forces you to eat I decided my life was better to earn less, spend less and have more time, so having my accommodation paid for made sense.
In that time, I did about 3000 approaches in Brisbane, over 50 dates and six lays. The lay count makes me think the whole project a failure, but the silver lining is I got at least another 10 daygame lays in Thailand during that period and maybe 30 Tinder lays, so while I failed at Brisbane daygame I achieved more than I hoped for in Thailand. When I started this journey and had doubts that I could achieve what I wanted in Brisbane, my fall back plan was Thailand, I knew my SMV was higher there and “game” would work better for me there. Now I am 42, fucking Asians might be as good as it gets, but I haven’t given up on white meat just yet.
When I discovered the magical world of Daygame and believed that with time and practice I could seduce beautiful women, I set myself some goals. I like Napoleon Hill’s purpose statement from his book Think and Grow Rich because it is simple and pragmatic, you are stating your goals and reinforcing them to yourself daily to build a burning desire to achieve them. There is no magic, just passion, and persistence.
My mission statement was:
By 1st Jan 2018 I will be a master seducer. I will have the skills, knowledge and energy to pick up beautiful women at any time I want. I will always have an abundance of sexual opportunities with women I desire.
I will dedicate myself to this skill through relentless practice.
I will give of myself freely and lovingly to all the woman I am involved with, making their lives all the better for meeting me.
I can see this new life in front of me and feel how good it feels. I have a plan to accumulate these skills and am following that plan diligently.
Name: Micky Miller
After living in Brisbane for almost two years the real estate agency breached me for having unauthorised tenants. I did the paper work like they asked, which they lost, so I did it again and by this time my lease was coming to end. I wasn’t even there much anymore, spending more and more time in Thailand. I gave the real estate an ultimatum. “Change my lease so I can have who I want stay or I’m leaving”. I had always paid the rent on time and never had any complaints from neighbours so I thought I was in a strong position, especially the time of year being December, if I left it would be vacant and not receiving income over their Christmas break. The agent agreed to my terms and just had to get it passed the owners – who was Energex and had a portfolio of 10 houses that were potential future power sub-stations.
The agent came back to me apologetic a week later and said that the owners had said no and that I could only have a month to month lease until I get to the tenant situation sorted. As far as I was concerned there was no tenant situation so I said I would give notice to vacate and she had a week to change their mind – she wasn’t able to change their mind. I imagined a weasily little man with a moustache and pens in his top pocket looking down at me from behind his desk in the Energex over-staffed bureaucracy thinking that his tenants needed to tow the line and conform to his rules. The threat that the house would lose income by being vacant, and they were letting a tenant go that had a 100% punctual payment history, didn’t seem to come into his calculations. This little turd that refused to speak to me directly didn’t care about any of that, lack of revenue or bad tenants was not going to affect his salary.
But I was happy enough to move out, my commitment to daygame was coming to an end and although I liked Brisbane if I moved I would open new possibilities. I would miss my routine of life in Brisbane. I enjoyed working and writing from my bedroom/office that had a view of West End and then hitting the streets in the afternoon to meet girls. I also liked Brisbane, a nice clean and friendly city. I have great memories over the two years. Despite my lack of sex, it was a nice life. I gave notice and moved out on the 20th December putting my possessions in storage in my warehouse and with no fixed address I was going to spend most of 2018 travelling the world.