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...]

“You don’t have very big muscles.” She said. This took Micky by surprise a little, but he kept a poker face, he knew she liked him and this was probably just testing his frame. He looked at her without saying anything, partly to hold his composure and show he was un-rattled, but partly because he really didn’t have any comeback. “So you like big muscles?” He retorted, “Lets see your muscles” he said as he reached across the Starbucks table to grab her arm. She blushed and said. “Oh no, I don’t … [Read more...]

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 … [Read more...]

“Teach me how to daygame” Said James as we were sitting in the hotel restaurant having coffee. “Have you done any approaches yet?” “Only at night when I’m drunk. I’ve fucked over 100 women.” I take a look at him, tall, good looking, 30. I think to myself, he probably just needs to say hello and stand there, especially in Bangkok. “You told me you watched some videos of guys doing daygame, yeah?” “Yeah, who were they, umm, Johnny Berba, Daniel Blake.” I have a bit of a laugh, … [Read more...]

The champ’s coach watched with narrowed brows as he saw the world’s greatest tennis player miss yet another backhand - the trade mark backhand that he had once made famous for technique and style. Technically it wasn’t so bad, but it was missing an element of fluidity. He looked like the same player, but moved like an imposter. That one percent factor that fuels his veins and makes him “super” was missing. He knew what it was, the magical, but elusive elixir they called “form”, but he didn’t … [Read more...]

It’s been almost two years since I did my first approach. That was a scary moment. I remember the train trip into the city, meeting a guy I had met on a pick-up forum - I thought he was a bit weird but didn’t want to be too judgemental. The rising terror in me as I stood with him and his friend, and I was expected to jump in front of a girl and say. “You look nice”. Since then I have done this almost three thousand times. I have been on countless dates and have been laid from daygame over ten … [Read more...]