I’m not partial to bars and clubs, and after finally getting off the morphine drip that is Tinder I was faced with the daunting proposition of having to go back to daygame as my sole source of pussy.
It’s been a process of exploration for me, I’ve spent many hours walking London streets that I would never have otherwise been down and it’s been a great experience to explore this huge city that was always right in my backyard.
I like day-game, and London is a wonderful city in that it offers a literally infinite supply of women. Not figuratively infinite, I mean literally infinite in the true sense of the word: without end. You could approach 10 girls an hour, 18 hours a day every day for the rest of your life and not come close to running out of girls here.
London is anonymous and that’s what makes it great. Girls on their own feel safe from the judgemental eyes of their peers and are much more likely to do something naughty with you if they think they won’t get caught.
London is also difficult. The calibre of men here is high, and while there isn’t (and never will be) much competition in actual day-game, you are competing with wealthy hedge fund managers, good-looking trust fund kids and all the rest of the elite that congregate in this melting pot of a city.
My first day out on the streets of London resulted in seven moderate-harsh blowouts, two sets that went nowhere and one girl that was too young. Ouch. Coming from the easiness of Bangkok where girls unashamedly eye-fuck you on the street, this was quite a blow to my ego.
Here are my stats for the month:
Opens – 65
# – 9
Idates – 1
K – 1
F – 1
It’s been a long time since I day-gamed and I definitely found the avoidance weasel to be back with a vengeance. There were days on which I approached far fewer girls than I should have due to creative avoidance dressed up in various different disguises.
I’m not worried however because I know that with exposure and time I will develop better strategies for keeping the weasel at arm’s length, just as I have done in the past.
Something else I realised is that English girls can be the worst for rudeness. Some of them are just the most awful, self-entitled, rudest cunts you can imagine. I’ve had the gamut from the eye-rolling “go away little man” to an actual lunatic feminist who started to berate me in public and lecture me on why I couldn’t go around telling girls they were cute (and why exactly can’t I do that, little girl?). I feel quite embarrassed for my own country that we have failed so hard at disciplining our women to the point that many of them are actively repulsive in every single sense apart from their pussy.
However I must stress that not all English girls are like this. It’s important to keep that in perspective because becoming bitter about women never helped anybody get laid.
There are two English girls in particular who stick in my mind as being wonderfully sweet and very happy that I opened them. Unfortunately both of them had boyfriends, but one girl in particular who I opened in Topshop was over the moon that I talked to her. She got a flush of emotion, told me she shyly that she thought I was cute and that I had made her day by talking to her. It’s important to vigilantly maintain a positive mindset and avoid the mental trap of “oh she looks a bit English so I won’t bother talking to her”. That’s just the creative avoidance weasel rearing his ugly head again.
My one lay was with a Latvian au pair I approached near Leicester square (directly after the crazy feminist, which goes to show how perverse this game can be). I’ve seen her again since then and I’m confident I can move her into a regular rotation, so I’m counting that as a huge win and a great result after my first month of London approaching.
The rest of my numbers went nowhere but that’s to be expected. Some general notes and learnings from my first month out on the streets:
Say what you see – if you learn to do this you will never run out of conversational material. You must train your eye to really see the girl you are talking to, who is she, where does she come from, how is she feeling right now, how does she dress, what is she trying to communicate with her fashion and her carriage. You can also point out things you notice while you’re with her, this helps with comfort as it puts you both in the same little boat, observing the world around you
Practice the street stop – much of the time, the girls you want to talk to will be walking fast, in their own little world amongst a throng of people on a crowded street. This is quite a difficult open, but just like in the martial arts we drill movements to become second nature, the more you train and drill your approaches, the easier they will become. You want to drill it down so hard that it becomes part of you, buried deep in your subconscious. Then it will be easy to approach and you will do so without hesitation every time you see a beautiful girl.
Approach in shops, cafes, galleries and museums – game is not just the street stop. Girls like shopping, and there are a lot of hot girls in shops. Also since this is England, it will be raining much of the time and you’ll have no choice but to approach girls indoors. You must approach in all of these locations to accustom yourself to it. The first open in a shop is very difficult and will make you nervous. You’ll be thinking “everyone is watching me”. In reality this is nonsense. Even if someone is watching you, who cares? There are never any real repercussions. The fear you feel is entirely imaginary. The absolute worst that can happen is that security throws you out of the shop, and that’s almost unheard of. That’s not such a bad downside in exchange for hot pussy now is it?
Roll the dice – sometimes you will see a girl walking along with a haughty or bitchy expression on her face, or a girl that looks very beautiful and you feel intimidated to approach her. You should approach these girls anyway without regard for the outcome because game is often a gamble and you never know what you will get. You cannot know anything about the girl for sure until you open her, and maybe the bitchiest-looking, hottest one might be really into you because you look like her ex-boyfriend or something. So roll the dice, feel the fear and do it anyway. That’s the way to push yourself and get better.
Forget about the words of the opener – I’ve in this game long enough that the opener should be automatic for me. When I find myself thinking about “what am I going to say” rather than the end goal of “how can I get her number” I overthink it and often talk myself out of approaching. When you decide to talk to a girl, just start walking and forget the words of the opener. Just say “Hi” if you can literally think of nothing else, and trust your brain to send you something to follow up with. Even if it doesn’t, you’ll still feel better about yourself for doing it than if you’d hemmed and hawed and lost the opportunity completely because you couldn’t decide what to say.
That’s all for now folks. I’ll be back in a month with another update.