I wake up It’s 5am Brisbane time. Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have taken LSD, MDMA and 2CB the day before having to catch an international flight. My bags are packed, passport, credit card, check. We are on schedule. Uber to the airport, check in, security, I’m on the plane, we made it.

Warsaw airport 32 hours later. I feel pretty good. With the help of 30mg of Valium I slept for 12 hours of the 14-hour flight from Singapore to London. I hop in a taxi and give him the directions to my airbnb. Looking out the window I take in the communist style architecture and wide tree lined streets. The trees are almost as high as the four storey buildings. The buildings are so bland that it makes the trees look like the feature. I really like it, it’s unexpected. Buildings for function, trees for beauty.

My apartment is awesome, views of he city, clean, simply decorated. I’m thrilled. Ian arrives and takes me for a walk and shows me around. There are so many hot white girls here, hang on there are so many white people here. It’s been so long, if ever, I have been in a mostly white homogenous society like this. I had spent many times in Asian homogenous societies, but never a white one. As a white man it was weird I had never experienced this.

East meets west, modern architectural monstrosities next to soviet style apartment blocks, I love the contrast, it’s like you can see history unfolding. Everything is easy here, sim card, healthy meals, polite people. No wonder all my white friends from England move here. Over the next two weeks I hit the streets hard approaching 10-15 girls a day. I think I should take a break and pace myself, but I’m having too much fun. It takes me a week to get any of them out on dates, but then I have 5 dates in 4 days.

Not being able to fuck any of them and being exhausted I go into meltdown. I would normally welcome this and escape the city and recover, but I have a solo flight booked for Minsk (pussy paradise) for four nights. The only thing to do there is daygame. I do my best and fumble through a few dates then find my 19-year-old yes girl. She offers to be my guide while I tour the city and a few hours later my cock is in her mouth. The next day I fuck her. The sweet white skin, her toned stomach and perfect tits. This is why I came here. This is the sort of pussy I want.

I say good bye to her and head back to Warsaw. I’m sad, the pair-bonding chemicals want to keep her. Back in Warsaw I’m tired. I’m not happy with my airbnb. I opted for a better location at the expense of having to share the apartment with the host as opposed to an entire apartment. The room is ok, but the bed is uncomfortable and the host is a leftist gamma turd. He constantly reminds me to turn the lights off because he is “environmental”. His job involves multiple flights each week. I decide against bringing up the hypocrisy.

My vibe is flat. Fucking the hottest girl I had ever fucked the week before did not give me an all access pass to daygame greatness. I go on multiple dates with the Ukrainian time waster and leave to go to Minsk again after 10 days in Warsaw. This time I am with Ian, and despite my frustrations with the Ukrainian time waster, I am in a good vibe. I already have a lead I have fucked so looking forward to seeing her again. I pack and my host messages me on Airbnb and texts me to turn the lights off. I ignore him. He calls me to tell me to turn the lights off before leaving. I say no problem. I turn all the lights off and leave. In the Uber on the way to the airport with Ian I text my Airbnb host. “Just checked out. Can’t remember if I turned all the lights off, but I think I did.” I imagine his little gamma brain seething.

Ian and I am so shiny in Minsk. We get IOI’s wherever we walk. It’s a wonderful city, but apart from my regular I can’t get any other dates despite getting 15 or so in the few days we were there.

Back to Warsaw. I have a much nicer Arbnb apartment, all to myself this time, just a couple hundred meter up the road from Zlote Tarasy. It’s opposite the city Park and has great views of the cultural centre. I’m burnt out so can’t bulk approach anymore, at least with any success. So take to sniping and only approaching off IOI’s or girls that look very open to approach. It works well. I love Warsaw and have made some good friends with other daygamers. I spend my days working from my apartment, cafes, and even sometimes the park. I meet the other daygamers for coffee and meals and do as much walking as I can in public areas to increase my chance of spotting a yes girl. My sniping method works and I’m number closing 50% and getting 2-3 numbers a day without burnout.

But I’m still not getting laid. Not only aren’t I getting laid, I don’t much care. I’m loving Warsaw. I’m loving the daygame lifestyle, but I ask can I be a daygamer that doesn’t get laid? I can get on with the other daygamers. I can look good approaching; from a distance I look like a pro, the girls giggle and coo and a lot give me their number. But I don’t get laid. It felt a strange place to be in. I was happy and content, living the dream, but I was part of a lifestyle, the “daygamer” lifestyle, that was a means to an end. We approach girls in the street because we want to fuck them. I didn’t have an answer for this question. It was really only my ego that wanted the authority of being a daygamer that got laid. I waxed lyrical about daygame and seduction in cafes, I helped others overcome approach anxiety, I had a blog with over 100 posts on seduction. The terrifying reality of not getting laid was not about satisfying my sexual desire, it was about not feeling shame.

I didn’t have to sit with this question long. The Ukrainian time waster texted me, we met, and I defiled her. The next day I met a blonde skinny Polish girl, just my type. We met the following day and I knobbed her too. I actually really liked the Polish girl and decided against a lay report, deciding to keep that one personal. I was able to get my hands on some nice weed so we would get stoned and fuck while listening to psytrance most nights over the next week.

So now not only had I had settled into my daygame traveller lifestyle, but I was getting laid and even had a regular. I was one of the boys. I was a success. But I couldn’t help but thinking how close success is to failure. It was literally 2 approaches. I went to Prague for a few days to mix things up a bit and didn’t enjoy it. For me the daygame was no where near as good as in Warsaw. But the daygame gods smiled on me and gave me another yes girl, so I came back with another story for the blog.

I spent the last couple weeks in Warsaw hanging out with my Dominika my Polish girl and a couple other unmemorable dates that I failed to bed. On my second last day Dominika bought over some LSD for us and we tripped and fucked – highly recommended. We then went for a walk and ended up walking down Marszałkowska holding hands watching all the other people, seeing girls worth approaching, giving them a smile. My trip flashed before my eyes. I remembered my first day here on this street – the best daygame street I have ever seen. I remembered the joy and hope that gave me and now the trip was almost over. All the girls I had approached, all the dates, the meltdowns, the questioning of my eligibility to even call myself a daygamer. And her I was with a girl exactly like I had envisioned on that first day on this street, a girl that I had met on this street, holding my hand as we walked and tripped out of our brains. I woke up the next morning almost as dazed and confused as the day I had arrived, but again I made my flight and lived to tell the tale.