Field Reports

*I’ve got a boyfriend*

Another full day of daygame yesterday, started around Seven dials then moved down towards Covent Garden and Oxford Circus, no Trafalgar Square this time. Opened 25 sets, most of them I got the BF line with, but some really very positive responses and enjoyable interactions.

I got 2 numbers, I know I could have pushed to close for more numbers. I thought both number closes were pretty solid with an interaction of around 10 mins, an English girl (late 20s) and an Italian girl (early 20s). They were also the sets that I thought ran the smoothest.

I “made the day” of at least 4 girls who actively told me that, one even grabbed me and hugged me as she left to go get her flight back to Germany. It was a day of firsts, first time I opened a girl who was in running gear (10 min interactions, with her eventually telling me about her bf that she lives with), and first time I got off a train with a girl on purpose to open her on the station platform, even though it wasn’t my stop. (Again she had a boyfriend)

Moving on to texting, I realised (by accident) that I had been texting the wrong girl. So the super hot Californian I’d thought I’d been texting was a girl who I met on the same day but did’t fancy much. Anyway the unintentional push seemed to work (2.5 days later) I text her and get an immediate reply. She even immediately went overtly sexual, see here:

First offence?

First offence?

Also, a plate is about to fall of the radar:


Check the time, I think she was drunk, actually I was very honest with her and had already given her the “talk” about not wanting anything serious…


25 Approaches

2 Numbers

0 Dates


First solo Daygame Insta-date and kiss with cute 23 californian girl

It’s Friday night, I’m gamed out. It’s been a long week of running around London talking to chicks. Not exactly player behaviour but I cancelled my regular girl and am having a night in, some dinner, a cup of tea and a good movie.

I took some time yesterday to re-evaluate my look and style. Typed *bad boy style* into google, picked some of the looks and went to Westfield shopping centre to buy a new daygame uniform. New look is slim fit black jeans, black suede brogues, white t-shirt, grey denim over shirt, thumb ring and black leather wrist bracelet.

I made sure everything fit really well, I already noticed a load more IOIs on the street. Result.

So all kitted up, I met my wing midday at Trafalgar square, I opened 3 sets, 2 numbers closes, 1 American, 1 Australian. Not a bad start, then got side-lined, because my wing had organised to meet one of his friends who was visiting London for the day. We went for 2 beers, then off my wing went to get a train.

Two beers down, a little high on the previous success, I went back solo to Trafalgar square grabbed a coffee to sober up, ate a sandwich and then sat and took in the vibe. I hadn’t really done any solo game, I’d always had a wing around so without that crutch things seemed much tougher.

Took a deep breathe and plunged in, spotted one cute Arabic girl, opened, compliment, she stopped, said thanks and walked on. Not bad, but not great.

Walked on up toward Cov Garden, a super cute Asian girl in a lovely short skirt and tight top showing her midriff strode by across the road. I was instantly taken (she got my blood stirring), so I ran in front of her and stopped her.

Like this, longer hair.

Like this, longer hair.

Big smile, I accused her of being too exotic for London. She loved it, hooked and we chatted. She is Half Korean / half American with a lovely Californian twang. She is 23 and was studying here in London for 2 months, with 2 more to go.

She wanted to get away from her room mates in her dorm and was en route to the National Gallery for a little culture. 5 minutes of chatting, she is still stood in front of me. We talk about yoga and other Californian stereotypes, surfing and Hollywood. She’s twiddling her hair, it’s on.

I suggest a coffee, she initially *rain-checks* it, I ignore and plough. It then starts to rain a small amount, she says, yeah OK why not lets grab a coffee. I take her to Pret, we drink iced lattes.

She opens up a bit about her life, wants to know about English culture, we talk about accents, English words and the difference between American and English guys. She talks about her frat house, I accuse of her wanted to have sex with Storm troopers from Starwars / and being obsessed with My Little Pony (Brony – look it up – it’s weird).

We finish up, its around 4:30pm, she has to go to a friends birthday party later but she has a few hours. I take her to Cov Garden, we wander around and look at the stalls selling Banksy prints, she doesn’t know who Banksy is. I accuse her of being uncultural, we talk about being Posh in England, and she decides it means in American speak to be sassy.

I bounce her to 7 dials area, and then souk medina for a glass of wine, more comfort, more talk about family. Then we play the questions game, earliest memory, first kiss, bad dates, good dates, last time she was kissed etc..

Of course she fires me the same questions back, we connect.. there are pauses. I’ve touched her arm, her leg, held her hand by this point. I look into her eyes then down at her mouth. I pull her to me and kiss her. It’s a pretty tender kiss, she’s very sexy.

She says “I love your confidence”. We get another drink, then there is more making out. She doesn’t want to leave, but her friend calls asking where she is.

I already made her an hour late for the party, the bubble is bursting so I walk her to the tube and wish her a great evening I point to police station and tell her, if she ends up in there that I won’t bail her out, so she should be a good girl.

A really great afternoon with a really fun and attractive girl. The power of daygame is crazy.

London Latvian disaster

Had an interesting insta-drink then bounce to friends flat with two 19 year old Latvian girls, both very cute. Met them in Trafalgar square, they were already drinking (bottle of coke spiked with Vodka – so they could drink on the bus down, classy) They had been in Scotland working on a farm picking flowers for a month and were heading back to Riga that evening.

Accused them of being in a rock band, then helped them take photos sat on the Lions, hilarious as they were a bit tipsy, and I had to man-handle them up onto the platforms. Took the photos, my wing then arrived, bounced them to a bar for some drinks, couple of drinking games. My wing is a French guy who I met via a PUA website, he’s OK, maybe a little odd, he doesn’t follow any kind of model, he just opens with random stuff. I didn’t realise how weird he actually was. (more coming…)

Like this x 2 - one Brunette,  one Blonde.

Like this x 2 – one Brunette, one Blonde.

Pushed them into a Taxi to his place near Baker street, the girls were asking “where are we going, how far is it?”. Got them there, they were a bit nervous, but just said it would be a quick drink then we would kick them out. His room had a balcony, so took *my* girl there, did the “10 seconds slow count with out smiling”. Tried to kiss her, no joy. She went back to join her friend they both started dancing to some Latvian music.

Here’s where my choice of wing was bad, I could tell *his* girl wasn’t really into him. At one point she came to me on the balcony, I had a pen, so it seemed fun to draw on each others arms.

Then it came, a splash to the face, in front of the two girls, the French guy threw a glass of wine in my face. (White, so it wasn’t a complete disaster). He apologised, then said he’d been trying to throw it over the balcony. I was actually pretty shocked, full glass of wine straight in the face, all because of the green-eyed monster.

I went to the bathroom, deciding what to do. The girls were leaving in an hour, I couldn’t properly isolate mine, I was dealing with a jealous wing who couldn’t keep his shit together and has just proven that in spectacular fashion.

I went back, said goodbye to the girls and the French guy and left without getting angry, I heard he threw them out later.

There is no failure, just interesting stories.

Tom Torero – One to one

So I decided to kick-start my one month daygame journey with a one to one taught by Tom Torero. This was last Friday, I spent 5 hours with him and man it was worth it. Despite reading all the blog posts and viewing all of the youTube videos there is nothing quite like watching a pro do it in person.

I opened over 20 sets that day, all women I would quite happily bang. My 4th set hooked easily (a very hot Hungarian girl) but this was early doors, so Tom gave me the choice to continue with him or opt to take her on an insta-date. I opted to keep with the learning process and took her contact details.

He taught the structure to my hap-hazard style, my AA melted away and flow started to kick in. Most importantly I really started to enjoy the interactions. Tom is great teacher,

Lots of sets, plenty of good interactions, most of which I self ejected and no harsh blow outs. He video’d me and we went through some of my sticking points, firstly its voice tonality, 2nd it was to “go direct” and third was to spike and tease.

I started to work on those, and by the end there were some very solid interactions, including one with a German girl. I got an audience of 2 other daygamers, Jon matrix and his wing. I took her contact details and had a fun interaction all whilst the elite of dg looked on.

It was also a weird day, a couple of other random things happened. I out-played an Italian man with a cute Polish girl, he saw our interaction and just gave up and left after trying it on with her.

I also opened two girls who turned out to be filming a documentary, the two camera crew arrived when I was mid flow to cockblock me, they were aghast that I was hitting on both girls. I told them I was greedy. 😉

We also opened girls in shops (an untapped resource). On one occasion I was sure Tom could bounce and fuck a cute girl. It was definitely “on”, he was demoing how easy a shop close was. Thankfully his teaching responsibilities came first, he number closed, but I’m sure she has a high change to feature in his next book.

A memorable day, which has set me up for the next month of day gaming.

Game on.

Be more sociable

I did my first sniper compliment on my way home for Easter. 15 minutes to kill in Kings Cross station before my train left, spotted a cute Asian girl listening to her iPod, motioned her to take out her ear buds. I fired across the compliment, “I gotta go soon as I have to get my train, but I like your style, it’s really nice”, of course she said “thanks” then off I went. Small victories, but it was good because I really didn’t want to do it and forced myself.

Chatted with a German guy and his girlfriend, an easy open as they were dressed in lederhosen and heading to a German beer fest at Ally Pally.

At the my home station I chatted to the two barista girls, asked them if they got bored of saying the same stuff. One had a name badge the other didn’t, ribbed her for not being as important as her friend. Then guessed her name as something random. They both giggled was fun, added a little bit of sparkle to their day. Hindsight, one seemed quite keen. Maybe could have number closed her.

Talked to some youngsters back from a Geology weekend away whilst I waited outside my local train station. One had a bag full of fossils and rocks. They were complaining that they were heavy, but pretty impressed with their finds.

Friday night opened two Italian girls at my local bar, with a rib about one ordering the same thing 2 days in a row, and that she should be more adventurous. One was cute, when I told her I was up from London and I lived in Nottinghill she hooked. Screwed up the interaction later by having a few too many beers. Number closed but I know it was a weak interaction. She has already flaked on text messaging.

Read the whole of Tom Toreros book on daygame whilst hungover the following day. An impressive list of lay reports, and a real eye opener for what’s possible if you dedicate your time and energies to the pursuit of something.

I also booked a 5 hour one-to-one day session with him, coming up this week.

Some really good interactions, and a number gained. I’ve noticed I get more IOIs as I’ve started to be more masculine and slower when I walk.

Reliance on alcohol to be sociable in the evenings is holding me back.

Tomorrow 5 sets.

Cock blocked

I’m back out in my home town having a beer with my cousin. Scanning the pub for girls, there are a few, I eye fuck a girl but chicken out of the approach. My cousin has recently moved to my home town from Spain and has been working in a bar. He hasn’t been laid since he moved here, I’ve tried giving him some advice, but I don’t see it as my responsibility to school him. I show him the picture of the Italian girl who I banged in my car, he says he recognises her as she had been in the bar with some other dude. Small town.

We head to another bar, there are very slim pickings, one two-set of girls in the whole place, one is an 8, dark hair, petite with a great rack, they are drinking jaegar bombs. I rationalise that’s a good sign, push through my AA and open them. “What are you celebrating?”

They are receptive, turns out they are both French, one is living here and the other is visiting (the 8). They are having a night out before the 8 goes back home the next day. We buy more drinks, and here is where I perform my first mistake. I didn’t sit next to the girl I wanted, therefore I couldn’t escalate her or try and isolate her. I am still eye fucking her, I get the feeling she is a “maybe bordering on a yes”.

Second mistake, unfortunately is my cousin, he’s not really a proper wing, and was saying some random crap, I kept having to dive into the conversation to make it more interesting when he opened his mouth. If I’d try to isolate my girl I couldn’t have left my cousin with her friend, as she would have likely got bored and dragged off  my girl. There is an interesting post by Roosh about the benefits of going out alone which I concur with.

The pub shuts, and they want to continue the party, you’d think out of the four of us we could have one house to go to. The 8 is visiting and staying with her Frenchie friend who has a boyfriend, so we can’t go back there,  my cousin rents a room in the house of a local Polish family and we can’t got there either, and well, I live at my family home before am off travelling. Fuck, double fuck and tripled fucked. It’s painful losing to logistics, cock blocked because of no venue. They head off home, my dreams of fucking the 8 going with them.


Doggy style

Vet sets

I am at the vets in my local town to have my dog looked at. I hadn’t hope for much, but the veterinary nurse is very cute, lovely face, the uniform doesn’t do much for me, but I can tell she has a great body.  I eye-fuck her and try and get some chat going, no luck. I tried to be casual and ask random dog related questions, but there is only so many “Why does a dog eat the poo of her puppies” type questions that I have in the bag. The other veterinary nurse is more friendly, inevitably she is not hot.

In the waiting a room a cute blonde (see pic below) shows up to pick up her dog, she can see me checking her out. Tight jeans, see through white top, with a great ass. I engage with more situational dog related crap, and consider briefly telling her she has a great bum before chickening out. She picks up her ugly french bull dog, but waves as she heads out of the car park with her little mutt in tow, it’s face pressed against the car window. Friendly.


Girl at vets

Doggy style?

Hired gun

In the evening I pick up my friend and we head into town, we’re catching up on the latest in a long line of misdeeds from his terrible girlfriend. I’ve repeatedly told him to dump her but he won’t listen to me. (I’ll put together a list of the things she has done, it’s painful reading). We head to a local bar, the barmaid is cute, I feel attracted to her, she’s friendly and easy to speak to, more tight jean great bum action. It seems I can’t get enough of it today.

She’s overly attentive and interested (listening in on our conversation), I try and do the Alpha over gesticulate and find even the smallest joke funny body language. I did notice this did get more of her attention, women are hard wired to like this type of behavior.

We hang out until the bar is about to shut, where upon I have to explain the rules of cock blocking and being a good wing to my mate so he won’t try and steal the girl. I reason to him that I opened her therefore she’s mine to game. (I firmly believe you have to put your own work in) I tell her we are off to another bar and invite her to come with us (I wouldn’t normally do this), I try and number close, directly asking for her number. She indicates she has a boyfriend, thing is, I know she’s interested, I can feel it, and I reason she can’t give her number is because the other bar staff are listening and know her boyfriend. There must be a  more subtle way to get her contact details. If I was staying here and not travelling for four months to bang girls around the world I’d pursue her.