“Here’s uncle Tom coming in your ears you dirty fuckers.” I hear through my earphone as I trudge out to do my 10 sets. I’m almost up to 1000 and still haven’t got laid. Tom’s soothing voice assures me that as a 40 year old average looking man I can bang young girls in their SMV prime. If he can do it with his Picassoesque face then surely I’m in with a chance. Maybe it’s all bullshit marketing. 2000 sets in and I’ve had some weeks of a full dating schedule and even a couple lays. Uncle Tom … [Read more...]

It’s my last night in Jakarta. It’s been a good trip. Jakarta hasn’t let me down. I changed my Tinder tag line from “I just might be your biggest mistake” to “Looking for a wife.” I am a popular boy. If I had known that one line was going to get me so many more young and hot leads I would have done it earlier. Actually I am glad I didn’t. I liked being the bad boy. I liked the young, and often married, Muslim girls coming out on a date to experience the forbidden fruit of the white man. I like … [Read more...]

Here I sit in Bali – what a shit hole; bad traffic, humid, terrible footpaths, and expensive whores. It’s actually not that bad, there are just other places I would rather be. Thailand is much more civilised. So why am I even here? I came here to meet a girl of course. I’m actually trying to change. Instead of my debourcherous dating/whoring trips I decided to have a week with one girl I really liked. I didn’t think Ruby was really a potential wife, but I wanted to change my patterns. I hadn’t … [Read more...]

As I sat to write what was going to be the final post of the Micky Miller blog I remembered I had actually committed to the end of 2020. So fuck it another year it is. But this blog is certainly going to change track for this final year. My first commitment was to the end of 2017. I decided I would give it at least a bit over 2 years and if I had some success I would continue a further commitment. I approached over 3000 girls in that time and had countless dates. The approach anxiety was gone … [Read more...]

Current red pill theory says whores make bad wives. Women’s biology make pair bonding more difficult the more partners they have had. Men don’t seem to have the same issue – blame God. I’m not disagreeing with that theory, but do whores even pair-bond with their clients. And I know of at least one whore who made a wonderful partner and mother. I was brought up in middle class environment. I never had to worry about food or shelter. I went to private school and got the opportunity to study … [Read more...]

My daygame and seduction journey has brought me to a point where I am very demotivated for short term relationships that I don’t plan on lasting and even less motivated for casual sex. I am a sex addict and want to fuck every day, but I no longer feel right about using and abusing – even when I tell them I’m not serious, they still get hurt. I am starting to prefer hookers. It’s just so much simpler. And they leave when I no longer want them there. In my late 30’s I started dating on Tinder … [Read more...]

I just had a trip to Pattaya. A holiday destination I had been many times over the last 10 years. Last time I was there was in January 2018 and was the start of a new adventure that became the best and worst year of my life. Back when I started this blog I was hell bent on becoming a master seducer. An average looking 40 year old with limited resources and emotional intelligence. I bought the PUA marketing hype that if I just approached enough girls I too would end in pussy paradise. I wasn’t … [Read more...]

January 2018, I’m in Jakarta on a weeks holiday. I’m a Tinder God. It’s my last night. I’m swiping through Tinder for a last hoorah. Ruby takes my attention. 22, sleepy eyes, perfect arse and of course my weakness, her slim stomach. She has sex written all over her.  We message and I invite her for coffee. “I’m an escort” She says. I’m about to move on and I think to myself, why not? I’ve just fucked half a dozen girls for free, why not pay for something I like. “How much” I ask “2 … [Read more...]

Despite my lack of enthusiasm for daygame in Brisbane I decided to meet my friend in the city and do a few approaches before we had dinner together. He is a bit late so I do some solo daygame while I am waiting. I walk down the Queen St Mall and memories of my journey float past me as I start to get in my daygame trance and float along the mall. The hours I spent on this strip “embracing the grind”. I walk past Hungry Jacks to my right. I remember the Korean with long skinny legs I met there. … [Read more...]

In my first year of daygame I was full of enthusiasm. I thought with enough practice I would gain the skills to seduce 8’s. I have since learnt that the only way to seduce 8’s is by being a 9. That might be a mountain too high to climb in Brisbane. But I didn’t know that back then. There I was sipping my 7/11 coffee at St George Square in Brisbane city and Felicity walked past. She was blonde, tall, and slim sexy belly. I melted. She was wearing tight denim jeans and a leather jacket with a high … [Read more...]