I recently just completed my 2 year and 2 month commitment to daygame and in that time I did about 3000 approaches. I then had a break for a bit to see if I would continue and re-commit to getting better at seduction or find a new passion to commit to. I went travelling to Indonesia for a month and although not ideal for daygame the habit of looking out for girls to approach was well and truly entrenched. As I walked and scanned for hot enough girls to talk to I realised I had finally gotten comfortable with daygame, it wasn’t just the approach anxiety that was greatly reduced, it was the approach compulsion that was gone. I could now enjoy a walk with very little anxiety about my performance; how many approaches I would do, how long I would stay out for, how many numbers I would get, etc. I could just enjoy the walk knowing that if I saw a girl I liked my body would respond without my mind having to make a decision and I would be standing in front of her telling her she looked “nice”.
This is one of the most freeing feelings I have ever had. Ever since I was a little boy and realised I had a dick, and wanted to put it in girl’s wee holes, I was both obsessed and terrified of girls. I believed it would get easier as I got older; the men in movies didn’t look nervous around girls, but as I got older it just got even harder to talk to and meet girls. Finding alcohol helped and I started to get laid regularly in my late teens, then a long term relationship and single again in my late thirties put me almost back to that scared kid. I discovered daygame and went through a baptism of fire making it my top priority for two years and approaching 3000 women.
Walking through the streets of Ubud in Bali to find a bite to eat and maybe meet a girl I realised I had the ability to meet a girl. If I saw one I liked and the situation was conducive, i.e she wasn’t rushing to work or shopping with her dad, then I knew how to stop her, what to say, and how to guide the conversation so that if she fancied me I would get her number. As I thought more about this I was so grateful to my younger self for the two years of grind and melt-downs I had gone through to get to this point. With my new and improved walking posture, being able to recognise an IOI, and having the ability to start talking to a girl if she seemed interested in me, I had increased my likelihood of getting laid by ten fold. Even if I was to decide I wanted a girlfriend and rely on the common wisdom of “It will just happen”. I had now increased my odds of “It just happening” by a factor of ten. That is a wonderful and empowering feeling.
The Elephant and the Mahout
The forebrain hindbrain conflict was now almost completely gone. I have heard this described as the forebrain being the mahout and the hindbrain being the elephant. The elephant is a stubborn old bastard, he has spent the last 40 years with the knowledge that approaching girls is dangerous and will damage his fragile ego which he needs to protect himself. The mahout has been reading pickup books and youtube videos and assures the elephant that he has done the research and has a sure fire way of getting at least some girls to accept their advances, he’s honest with the elephant explaining that most girls will be unavailable but they should be able to get a number from one in every four girls and fuck one in every ten girls who gives them their number.
The elephant is sceptical but he likes fucking, even more than the mahout, and he loves the mahout and wants to please him and work as a team so he agrees to give it a try. They hit the streets and the elephant hates it, he is stubborn and set in his ways, the rejections hurt and break down the façade and protection mechanisms he had to keep himself emotionally stable and the spikes of adrenaline and dopamine leave him drained and wanting to go home and have a nap. The mahout promises the elephant it will get better and we just need time to practice.
Six months later the elephant still hates it, but he has got his dick wet a couple times with one new girl, and he wants to believe the mahout that things will get easier with practice so most of the time he allows the mahout to take him out daygaming, but sometimes he just says “No, I’m too tired, it’s too hard, I’m not going”. Twelve months later the elephant is starting to enjoy it more often than not, and the mahout is becoming more understanding of the elephants needs, he recognizes now the elephant needs to rest and can only do 30-40 approaches a week and needs a few days off each week. They are also getting more numbers, what used to be one number for every ten to twenty girls approached is now down to one in five to seven.
But then the elephant has a nervous breakdown, all this shit the mahout is reading about the red pill and what he is seeing on the street and on dates has completely broken down his reality and he can’t cope, he can’t believe he worked his arse off for most his life to gain the pussy that was walking on the street right in front of him the whole time, he also sees his true value in the reflection of the girls he meets and realises he needs to make some changes. It is all too hard and he decides hibernation is best for a while. For the next month the mahout takes it easy on the elephant, he knows he has pushed him and decides to let him recover, occasionally he will convince the elephant to try a bit of daygaming and it’s ok for a few approaches, but then the elephant gets tired again and just wants to go home so the mahout agrees. He has heard this meltdown happening to other daygamers, they will be back better than ever before long. In this time off he gives the elephant some non daygame related exercises like yoga, meditation and exercise, which the elephant takes with vigour as long as he’s not asked to approach girls.
A few months later the elephant has made a full recovery, in his time off daygame he caught up with family and friends and lost a few kilos through exercise and healthy eating. The team are back on the streets and are now doing better than ever, their social intelligence has increased and they are more attuned to the subtleties of the street, they now have a much larger bank of reference experiences to draw on and are more selective at opening girls. Before they would just open the girls that looked hot, now they can often tell if the girl is available to be approached by her body language and as a result their open to number close ratio is now down to 4:1. Getting another couple lays in in Brisbane and a trip Thailand where they got laid eight times in eight days (they cheated and used Tinder for half of them) spurred them on.
But it’s still tiring, the mahout always has to cajole the elephant with a couple bananas and say, “You want to get laid don’t you?” to which the elephant remembers all the times he has been laid from daygame and slowly nods his head and gets up to go sarging. During the daygame session the mahout now has no problem kicking the elephant into gear to approach, in fact often it’s the elephant that is noticing the girls and spurring on the mahout. Now the biggest problem is between approaches. The conversation goes something like this.
Elephant: Come on when are we going to approach again it’s been like ten minutes
Mahout: Well there are no hot girls out.
Elephant: Well if there are not hot girls out let’s go home and have a snack.
Mahout: Mate, come on we have to be in it to win it. Remember all those times we have been laid from meeting girls in this ….
Elephant: There’s one. I want to fuck her! Quick let’s go, let’s go.
Mahout: Yeah, but she’s got a work Lanyon around her neck and she’s walking like she’s on a mission, she’ll blow us off and you’ll get the shits.
Elephant: OK, how about a coffee break then?
Mahout: OK, after 2 more approaches…
Elephant: OK, look at that one I like her nice long hair…
So most days the elephant and the mahout are still in constant negotiation, but increasingly they get into a rhythm and no longer talk so much. By two and a half years this silent communion between them has become the norm, the mahout locks his knees into the elephants hide and loosens his hips to the movement of the elephant, they feel the afternoon sun beating on them and the cool breeze blowing across their foreheads, they feel sexy on the street, they are dressed up nice, have an inner smile and confidence and looking for girls to fuck. They are not out to make friends or small talk, they are sexual predators and proud of it, they are walking the streets looking for girls to put their big elephant dick in. They know the game, they know what girls they like, what to say, and what signals an available girl gives off.
They have come to the end of their commitment to this weird thing called daygame, it has brought them together closer than ever before and showed them a lot of things they can still work on, but also possibilities they didn’t know existed. When they are honest they didn’t achieve the quality of sexual encounters they liked, fucking boatloads of Asians in third world countries was fun for a while, but it’s like smoking crack and eating cheeseburgers, fun but not very nourishing. The Mahout gave the elephant some LSD – it’s a funny sight to see an elephant tripping. They sat their overlooking the ocean pondering the meaning of life and the elephant went into trance. When he came out of it he said “I’ve just travelled through the strands of my DNA. Take me to Eastern Europe I need to fuck white women.”