I have hit a wall. 2 days ago I was on top of the world and today I am on the bottom of the ocean, the life of daygame. 7.00am I sit and look at my 8 floor apartment window at the Warsaw skyline, another beautiful day, I am in a beautiful country and dating the hottest girls I have ever dated. I am 42 and have had dates this week with 24, 24, 23 and 25-year-old skinny white girls, and they are all hotter than any of the girls I fucked when I was that age.
My daygame works, I can go out get numbers of hot girls and get them on dates, but I still can’t get laid. All four girls replied after our first date and one even came on a second date, but still no booty, now they all feel luke-warm at best and I am exhausted. Am I cursed for white women? I haven’t fucked a white girl since my Australian girlfriend in 2015. In Bali I had multiple dates with a French and Russian girl and failed to fuck both of them, it was easier to digest because at the time I was fucking local Indonesian girls that was keeping my cock at bay, but here I don’t have that option.
Fear creeps in, imagine I go the whole 8 weeks and not get laid, what am I doing here in this strange land? I want to go home. Where the fuck is home? I don’t have one, I’m committed to a nomadic lifestyle. Maybe I’m not cut out for Europe, Brisbane isn’t so bad. Fuck I’m flying to Minsk, Belarus today, pussy paradise and I feel the world is closing in on me I’m never getting laid with a white girl again, I’m going to have to settle for fucking LBFM in Asia. No I can’t do that. Lost in between worlds. Why am I bitching? I get to see the world, strange lands with cultures that I really like and feel comfortable in. I’m spending time with lovely women, who I can’t fuck – I’m not even that horny – old age does have its benefits. It’s just my ego, I don’t even want to write about it on this blog, this blog should be a journey of learning seduction, not failing seduction.
Let’s review my trip. I arrive and a good friend meets me and shows me around the city. I love it, the girls are skinny and white skinned, hot but not super models, “seven heaven” he says. I agree. I meet the other daygamers in the city and I like them all, there a lot of weird daygamers in the world, these guys aren’t. My daygame sucks, but I blame the long plane trip and sure enough after a few days I start getting solid numbers. It takes me a week to get my first date, mostly because of the public holidays and people going away, but then they come in hard and fast. I’ve got Friday booked for a 1pm with a mid 20’s skinny blonde that I stopped in Marszałkowska out the front of Zara and a 6pm with a light brown haired, slim (not skinny) Ukranian that gave me a big IOI as she walked past me having dinner on Chmielna.
Skinny blonde messaged me early to change the time to 10am. Since it was my first daygame date and I had been here a week I didn’t want to pass the opportunity so I agreed and went into into meet her. When I turned up she was hotter than I thought, her body was incredible, I wanted that, but she tried to friend zone me. “Men and women can’t be friends” I told her and then sat next to her after 20 minutes to show her some photos, our legs touching now, her taking my verbal and mild physical escalation, but then she through out the “I have a boyfriend and I’m not that type of girl. We can only meet as friends.” I took it as a personal challenge to smash her frame and tell her no man wants to be her friend, they are all lying, and that I don’t care if she has a boyfriend, I am attracted to her. I wrapped up the date, and figured it was a lost cause, I might ping her in a few days to test the waters, but was not hopeful. I was not entirely sure what I had done wrong, was I too overt? Maybe I should have showed more discretion. But she ended up pinging me first so I figured she went from a no to a week maybe, and that she must have partly enjoyed my frame crush.
The 6pm date was quite a different girl, she was everything I had heard about very feminine Ukrainian girls, very well spoken, good posture, strong self control and traditional family. She had come to study in Warsaw after high school and stayed to work. The date was thoroughly enjoyable, but as usual I verbally escalated too early and not enough towards the back end of the date. She replied to my text a couple days later, but very weakly and I think we can call that one lost.
Saturday I was with a new daygame friend sitting in Nero on Chmielna and I saw the back of a girl in micro-shorts that I had missed walking passed, legs out of this world. “What was her face like?” I asked Mark. ”Good, go for it.” He replied. I chased her and opened, she gave me a very cold look for the first thirty seconds of my patter, but then started to open up and ask questions. She seemed to have nothing to do so I seeded a date for a couple hours later. She was wearing a midriff top so I sexualised the chat by apologizing for looking at her sexy stomach and she soaked it up. I met her a couple hours later at Hard Rock Café in Zlote Tarasy. I got there early to chose the best seats and settled for bar stools at a bench. We stared talking and it got very verbally sexual very quick, I tried to pull it back not wanting to over heat her too early, but even when I would ask her a normal question trying to build some comfort she would answer with a sexual answer. I could see her getting horny, but was only half way through her drink and purposely taking her time. I did my best not to pull too much; stop asking questions, turn away and watch the rock videos, and not talk explicitly sexual.
She was not very open to my physical escalation which concerned me. We finished our drinks and I suggested a drink at mine, she wobbled, so I just grabbed her arm and said, “Come on.” She followed and we were on my couch in 15 minutes. She sat right in the middle so whichever side I took I was going to be right up against her – good sign. I gave her 15 minutes before escalating, but she was having no physical escalation while still wanting and encouraging the verbal, it was a bit weird. I tried to get her horny this way and she had seemingly strong boundaries, she would let me touch her, but no kissing and wouldn’t put her hands on my leg or give me much back while holding hands. After an hour I decided she had had enough of a side show and I shut up and refused to talk about sex anymore. I stopped touching accept left our legs still touching and just waited. She made comments about wanting to leave soon which I agreed was a good idea and then once I thought she had had enough freeze out I reached over and put my hand on her bare stomach, she complied and put her hand on my thigh. Game on I thought, she then got up and went to the toilet. Sweet, she is preparing for sex, but then she came back and went back to the no escalation rule so I kicked her out – nicely. The next night she came back again, we had dinner, lots of off, no escalation bar a bit of eye fucking, back to my room, wait, wait, escalate, reject, wait, wait, escalate, reject. Then it was time for her to go to catch a train somewhere in the country and I haven’t heard from her since. I don’t think this lead is dead, but it’s not looking great.
Monday night was the one I was looking most forward to. She was the hottest, seemed very keen on texts and was nervous, me being the first foreigner she had ever gone on a date with. She was late, but turned up puffing and panting so I could see she had been running to meet me, so I smacked her hand playfully, but didn’t think she was playing games. We walked to the café and she was very warm to me, so much so I thought I could probably kiss this girl any time, but it was only twenty minutes into the date so I held back and continued the getting to know you script. This could have been a mistake, I could have tested an escalation ladder that ended with a kiss if she complied the whole way and then allowed my face right in front of hers. The escalation should be timed by the level of comfort, horniness and compliance from the girl, not the time we have been on the date.
We finished our drinks and I took her to the park which was on the way to my apartment, but she started to get a bit colder at this stage and even though she accepted all my touching and gave a little bit back when we held hands, she didn’t accept the kiss. I saw her look at her phone a couple times and could see she was worried about the time and called it out, asking if she had to go soon, she said yes, so I walked her to the tram and gave her a hug good-bye. She messaged me 20 minutes later saying. “I had a good evening. Thankyou.” Which I think was a positive sign, but also could have been a polite way of saying good-bye. He weak texts to my pings have made me lean to the latter so I am giving her a bit of roll off. I think it’s possible that she had come to fuck but had a time constraint and because I took too long to pull the trigger she had run out of time.
So here I am about to travel to Minsk for my pussy paradise trip and I have nothing to show for my two weeks in Warsaw, no lays, no leads. If confidence is what attracts women, I’m not going to do so well in Minsk. I stare down the barrel of failure, it’s only my ego that fails, I can actually enjoy all these cool countries, meeting and dating hot birds and experiencing different cultures I actually respect. That’s if I can let go of the attachment, but I want these white and pink pussies wrapped around my shaft, I want to devour the sweet meats of Eastern Europe, not be a fucking tourist.