I stare into light green eyes and a youthful face, she has a cheeky knowing smile as we talk about idle topics. I tell her I am walking around her beautiful city to see the sights, our gaze transfixed on each other, our faces only inches apart. She places her hand femininely in mine as we exchange names and makes no effort to remove it. Our attention is only on each other as pedestrian traffic bustles past us out the front of Galileo Mall near the central train station of Minsk, Belarus. She … [Read more...]

So on the back of a meltdown I catch a plane to Minsk in Belarus. A 4-day solo daygame trip was probably not the best idea, but I had already booked flights and airbnb when I was in a better and more hopeful mood. I leave Warsaw and the airport puts me in a better mood, like Pavlov’s dog airports trigger a sense of adventure and memories of good times. I arrive in Minsk, the weather is beautiful and the drive from the airport is nice, rolling hills and high pitched roof residential architecture. … [Read more...]

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 … [Read more...]

I’m sitting in Zloty Tarasy Mall in Warsaw with me new friend and wing Mark. “You are one of the most relaxed daygamers I have winged with.” He said. “You approach very quickly when you decide, but don’t seem to stress much about it. I wish I was more like that. I am still in my head a lot.” I take it as a compliment and it reinforces the thoughts I had been having recently about where I am up to on my journey. My daygame skill is a bit better these days, which is helpful, but that’s not the … [Read more...]

She gazed at him as her long dark hair fell over her face. “My people in Morocco are the most generous people in the whole world, if you go to anyone’s house they will feed you and offer you a room to stay for the night, I haven’t seen it anywhere else in the world like this. But they treat women very badly. If you are a woman you are not free, that’s why I moved. When I was 18 I married and moved to France.” “I imagine that was a challenge moving to such a different culture. You had a lot of … [Read more...]

We were due to meet at 3pm in the Queen St mall Friday afternoon, this was our second attempt at a date, the first was a week earlier in the same spot, but she was late and didn’t reply to my text. I gave her ten minutes and then bailed, she messaged ten minutes later, but I was already far away so I cancelled. I wouldn’t normally have been quite so impatient but she had set the frame pretty tight by setting that time for 4.30 and telling me she had to leave at 5.30. Her being 20-30 minutes late … [Read more...]

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 … [Read more...]

I have just come back from 10 days in Thailand followed by a month in Indonesia. I had a great trip and got laid enough to not think about it too much. I came home with some cool stories and a mini romance with a girl from Jakarta who I had a little holiday with in Gili Trawangan. But when I got home and reflected on my trip I realised I didn’t get laid once from daygame, well I did once, but it sort of doesn’t count as I will explain later. The strange thing is I felt more comfortable … [Read more...]

After I fucked her the first time and took her across the road to get her morning after pill we went and had dinner. She was very tall and didn’t look so young so I didn’t feel that weird in public with her, she was also quite sweet and had a quirky sense of humour and fiery personality. I was glad I fucked her and after a bit of regret, because she promised her mum she would fuck dirty old men like me, she seemed glad she had let me. I walked her to her bus and went to bed in a good mood; my … [Read more...]