I left Brisbane last year just before Christmas, it had been a good couple of years and I felt I had mastered the very basics of daygame. By grinding on the streets in Brisbane for 3000 approaches I had changed myself to someone that could approach a girl without too much anxiety, my recent six-week trip to Indonesia was evidence of that where I had a number of dates from daygame, but never really went out to daygame. The habit of approaching felt pretty well ingrained. I got back to Australia and haven’t approached since February, I was staying with family in a country town where there were no approach opportunities. I have booked a trip to Warsaw for the 26th of April as my first Eurojaunt and have been taking the time away from approaching to dive deep into the daygame theory again.
This has been quite revealing and I think will reap benefits. I have re-read Nick Krauser’s Adventure Sex, read his new Daygame Infinite, and watched Daygame Overkill which he gave me as a gift for getting him laid. I have also read Tom Torero’s Cold Calling and bought his Stealth Seduction Video product. Yes, I have been a complete PUA nerd, consuming massive amounts of content and not approaching, and it felt great.
Watching the infields were especially helpful and revealed to me how much I have been doing wrong, specifically pulling without any push and rapport seeking, it actually hurt to notice I had been making such fundamental flaws. I had been in Brisbane two years and only laid 6 times from over 50 dates and my number flake ratio was pretty high. Watching these infields with new eyes I couldn’t help but thinking how much more sex I could have had if I had noticed I was doing this. I thought because I was sexually aggressive and didn’t have any problem escalating I was being the bad boy lover, but because I didn’t fractionate with pushes I came off as over-thirsty. But regrets won’t change the past, only changed behaviours will change the future.
At the beginning of April my friend and wing Tommy told me he had a room available in his luxury apartment, less than a kilometre from Brisbane CBD. This would be a good chance to practice my new found knowledge and get some hours on the street so when I was in Europe next month I wouldn’t be so rusty, so I locked in two weeks with him.
On the drive there I went through all the sticking points I had identified. After every pull I needed to push, so after I gave the initial compliment I had to take it back with a light tease, after strong eye contact when I was talking I needed to look away when she was talking, when I looked her up and down obviously checking her out I needed to back away or move my body to the side or ask a challenging question. When I touched her hands to check her nails I needed to throw her hand away calling her crazy. I also needed to hold the frame better, I had to be the one that set the pace and the topics of the conversation; this is what I noticed Tom Torero did really well, when a girl would bring up a topic he wouldn’t jump on it straight away, but wait thirty seconds and then refer to it so it was him that was in charge of the topic. This was important for me in not seeking rapport, when the girl said something that I could identify, like places I had also travelled, topics I had studied etc. I needed to bite my tongue and not tell her. I realised it was context of the conversation and not content, so I didn’t have to be so literal, I didn’t even have to tell the truth, I could disagree and claim opinions just to be contrary.
I parked in Norfolk Road, West End outside my old house because I still had a parking permit and could leave my car there for the week. Old memories came back; I did enjoy living there. As I started the walk along Boundary St and then Melbourne St into the city that I had made so many times I started to get a couple IOI’s and my vibe got better. Once in the city I did my first approach in over a month, she was extremely hot and got my blood boiling, I didn’t attach much to the outcome and thought it would just be good to spark my adrenaline and dopamine. I ran around her to do a front stop (which I rarely do these days) and unfortunately something took her attention on the other side to me so I wasn’t able to get eye contact. When she did finally see me and I put out my hand for her to stop she just walked on past like I was nothing, better work on my front stop, I thought to myself half serious and half amused at how badly she had dismissed me as sexually irrelevant.
As I walked away from her a tall Latina came towards me, I let her go passed, checked out her arse and gave chase, opening her from the side with the back of my hand on her shoulder as opposed to the front stop. She stopped and smiled and new exactly what I wanted, ok my intent is getting better. We chatted for a bit, but she was married and didn’t want to give up the number. I approached a couple more girls and we had a brief chat, but they didn’t hook, then while sitting on the seat I saw a girl with a great figure and long blonde hair saunter past, her clothing was European and she had a nice style. I gave chase and followed her into the Myer centre, as I was about to approach she turned and headed up the elevator, I would often bail on this as it’s a bit stalkery, but I had a good feeling about her so I went up the elevator too. As she exited I saw the side of her face and she was actually Asian, I would have preferred a European but I was here now, and she was hot.
“Excuse me” I said as I place the back of my hand on her shoulder and she turned around.
“I just saw you and thought you looked very nice.”
She smiled and lowed her head demurely.
“I liked your style, it looks very European, but now looking at you I don’t think you are from Europe.”
“No, I am from Korea. I just arrived this week.”
Fresh off the boat away from home and without a social network, I think to myself as my inner devil rubs his hands together in glee.
“OK. I’ve never been to Korea.”
“OH, it’s very nice, you should go.”
“Mmmm, I don’t know, there are so many other places I want to travel. Why are you in Brisbane?” I challenge.
“I come to learn English for one month”
“Really? I think you just come for a holiday and learning English is an excuse so you can tell your parents you are a good girl and not just travelling the world having a crazy time.” I tease.
“Mmm, maybe.” She agrees. “But I do want to learn English more.”
“Why?” I challenge. “You need it for your job?”
“No, not really.”
“Haha, see you just want to have a holiday but not feel too lazy. I think you are the type of girl who is always busy and feels a bit guilty when you are lazy”
“Yes, I like to be busy.”
“I am a very lazy man.” I say with a smile. “I wake up and stretch like a bear and then just sit and look out my window for thirty minutes before making my coffee and doing my writing.”
I try and show her my enjoyable life and drop in some bait.
“Yes, but very badly.” I say with a smile. “And I write about boring stuff.” I tease and try to get her to ask more questions.
“What do you write about?”
Enough jokes so I try to ground and DHV. “Fiction, but based on my own experiences, relationships with friends, girls, some erotica – you look like a good girl, you wouldn’t read any of that stuff.” I spike with a cheeky grin
“I have travelled a lot and met many interesting people and crazy stories, so I like to twist and shape reality to make it more readable; I change the names to protect the innocent, and not so innocent.”
“So you have written some books?”
“Yes, I have written three, but they are only for grown ups, you’re not allowed to read them.”
“What do you do?” I ask. “Actually, let me guess. You look like someone who likes to be around people, I can imagine you work in HR or sales.”
“OK, I can’t guess, tell me.”
“I work in finance.”
“Oh no, so boring.” She smiles at my push.
“That’s why you have this crazy blonde hair” I say as I lightly stroke it and watch her response; no flinching or backing away, good “to break out of the boredom of working with all these uptight people in suits.”
“It’s not so bad” She defends herself.
“I suppose compared to being in North Korea.” I continue to push.
“But enough of that boring stuff, tell me more about you.” I say as I prod her lightly on the stomach “What do you love to do? What do you do for fun?”
“Mmmm, I like to watch movie and hang out with friends, and travel.”
“So boring.” I tease.
“I’m only teasing, I like simple things too, good friends and good conversation.”
“Tell me, have you ever been on a date with an Australian guy?”
“No.” She says shaking her head with a smile.
I just keep eye contact and look at her with a smile saying nothing, she shifts her feet slightly, but doesn’t move away from me.
“Look, I’m just here in Brisbane for 2 weeks, but I think you are very pretty and another time I want to take you out for coffee.”
“Oh, now I have to meet my friend for dinner.” She says.
“No, not now, I am also about to meet my friend for dinner. I am staying at his apartment in the city for the next couple weeks.” I say trying to bait her into asking more about my life and where I live. “Another day we can meet for coffee.”
“OK.” She says.
I get out my phone and take her digits.
“So where do you live.” She asks (bait taken)
“I am from Australia, but now I travel and work. I was just in Indonesia for February and have been visiting family in Sunshine Coast and now my friend in Brisbane. And I fly to Poland at the end of this month.”
“Good job, I wish I had this.”
Nice to met you blah, blah blah…
That left me in a good mood so I do some more approaches and got a number of a buxom black girl with a pretty face. It was good to be back on the streets of Brisbane, it is a nice relaxed city with good weather. They say it’s not great for daygame, but I haven’t been to many other places to compare. There is a mixed bag of girls, mostly Asian and South American students with a sprinkling of European travellers. I could almost live here again…