“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 still coming in my ears, “Theory is great, but you have to get out there where the rubber meets the road.” Daygame is still a grind, but there is hope. Tom talks of arbitrage and a world away from Brisbane where my value is higher. I make plans to travel and buy his Video product. I’m not sure if I like it because it’s educational or porn – God please get me to Europe.
I’ve done my apprenticeship. 2 years in Brisbane and 3000 sets, Uncle Tom would be proud. I’ve grabbed the Bull by the Horns and gotten dirty and grotty with younger, hotter, tighter – a handful in Brisbane and a couple handfuls in Bangkok – he really was right about that arbitrage thing.
We meet through Ian in a café in Jakarata. I’m a little star struck. Tom walks in. He’s taller than I thought, and his presence even larger. He greets me like an old friend and makes me feel special. His eyes twinkling, he tells me how good I look for my age. The waitress comes over and he puts all his attention on her, commenting with exaggerated movements how heavy the menu is. We order and then he takes court telling us his sordid adventure of the night before banging an average looking local girl on her period and getting blood all over the bed. “A lay is a lay. And a new flag.” He says with commitment rather than pride. He really is a dirty fucker and an adorable bastard.
I get to Warsaw and meet the daygame crew. Alex invites me to his apartment and I get a weird feeling in the stair well. The surroundings look oh so familiar. “This is where Tom brought that girl on his video product?” I ask. “Haha. Yes, but don’t worry, you’re not with Thomas now.”
I walk the streets of Warsaw after my first 6 week Eurojaunt . Tom no longer coming in my ears. I now have my own style. I approach if I want and enjoy the walk if I don’t. I’ve banged the girls of my dreams and have a regular. I’m a legend in my own mind. Tom turns up at the Pizza restaurant with the daygame gang. He waxes lyrical about his van travels and then congratulates me on my tales of debauchery. We go to the pub and he buys everyone a drink. He is as generous with his money as he is his attention.
Through a series of events outside of daygame life breaks me and then puts me back together better than ever. I decide it’s time to cash in my chips. https://micky-miller.com/micky-wants-a-wife. Uncle Tom approved. And I ended up with the exact wife I wanted. I would never have attracted her enough to want me, nor kept her attracted enough to want to stay with me, if it wasn’t for my daygame journey and Uncle Tom coming in my ears.