Full day today

30 opens today, and a shit load of mixed responses. My ego took a battering, but managed to push through and hit “state”. 2 solid numbers, but not the quality I would go for normally, one an Australian 19 year old, and one early 20’s Slovakian singer. I’m actually not really bothered about either as I believe my SMV is higher than both.

I also realised my work rate is sub par, met up with a wing and a daygamer who has been doing it for 2+ years. One of the main things I noticed was that his work rate was at least 50% above mine. He opens girls and really takes every advantage he can, every possible set he can open, he will.

My stop also isn’t good enough, I don’t use my hands enough. To really get them to stop, I also ran out of things to say a few times, and went into boring hairdresser question mode. He also demo’d some of his text game to me, and frankly mine is a bit shit, so I need to work on that.

A good day though, I really pushed it, from 2pm until 10pm. 8 hours. yeah.


Lost your vagina?!

“Ladies, how would you keep your man if you lost your vagina?,”

O’Neal would ask of his audience. When the women would invariably reference oral and anal sex, the comedian would respond:

“See, I gave you the chance to talk and you qualified yourself as a series of holes.”



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.

Your daygame wing should have abundance already

Keen to show off my new daygame skills to Tim, one of my best friends, we headed into central London. Initially I met him under the guise of doing a bit of shopping and catching up over a coffee.

We headed to a coffee shop, shot the shit for an hour and got onto the topic of daygame. I have known Tim since college,  he was the first person to introduce me to classic style/mystery method game. He knows some game and has had a succession of hot girl friends, most of which he meets through salsa classes.

Fair play to him, some have been real stunners. So I showed him my full week of dates coming up, the pictures of the girls I was on dates with and all from cold approach in the street. I suggested to him some daygame, I explained the basics, stop, compliment, stack assumptions, spike, vibe, hook, comfort.

We then spotted a daygamer on Oxford Street, we followed the guy for a bit and watched him open a couple of sets. My friend mentioned how it looked like the daygamer wasn’t “doing very well and it looked boring” and that if it were him he’d be standing closer to the girl. I explained that most daygame sets are actually pretty boring to look at, just a guy talking to a girl.

I opened a 2 set to warm up, a positive response from 2 Spanish girls (of course they had boyfriends). Thing is my friend walked on, he didn’t even watch the set, again I did it with two Italian girls sat on Argyle street eating street food. Again another very positive response, they also hit me with the boyfriend line. Tim didn’t watch the set either. So we walked down to Carnaby street, then I showed him a great daygame spot in front of whole foods.

A pretty girl with a pink leather jacket, curvy ass in tight jeans walked past. I suggested to him to open her, and gave him a line to use. He couldn’t do it, so I stepped up and opened. She was accused of being a “Barbie rock star in her pink leather jacket”, she was Italian and hooked very easily, gave me the eyes and suggested we go meet her friend.  3rd open and first solo girl, ker-ching.

Tim was nowhere to be seen, so I walked her to the bar where her two Italian friends (girl and a guy) were waiting. I walked back to find Tim and told him that she was really easy to talk to and it was on. Daygame point proven. so we walked back to the bar, and this is where it gets interesting.

He sat next to the girl and proceeded to hit on her, talking about his life, his side business, joking, flirting, eye contact. I was livid, this wasn’t traditional wing behaviour. He started to run the show, and it left me talking to her not-hot friend and the guy. Later, he takes me aside, and says he thinks he and the girl have “chemistry”, at this point I’ve barely even spoken to her, he makes it clear he wants to game her. I told him he could do what he wanted, angry to be put in that position in the first place.

After this we all went for a pizza at the girl’s suggestion, Tim and the target were getting more flirty and I was really starting to lose my state. Angry that I had done the hard work, risk rejection and open her, and even more angry that one of my best friends would try and game the girl who I opened, when if it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t be sat there.

I couldn’t relax into the conversations, again my friend still leading it and I clammed up. I wasn’t willing to fight him for the girl as that puts her on a pedestal and would make me look like a douche. In the end, I made my excuses and left.

Here is my take:

1. Tim thought he could do daygame already, hence him not watching or opening any sets.

2. He was too anxious to open any sets but wanted to proof he could game, by gaming my target.

3.  He doesn’t have any abundance in his life, so he over values interactions with pretty girls.

4. He hasn’t been laid in several months, he gets a sniff of pussy and is willing to put his best friend to the sword.

Thing is, I know if he had abundance in his life with women he wouldn’t do this. I also realise I should have pulled him up straight away on his behaviour early as possible.

I also won’t do game with him again.

First 18 year old French girl lay

I have hooked one of my friends called Simon into doing some daygame, he was initially dreading it but he opened a few in Trafalgar Square one late afternoon after I pushed him into it. A few warm up sets then he got a couple of numbers. I opened a few too, got a couple of numbers too and we went off to a few bars for a debrief very happy.

We met another guy who does some game called Mark in the Punch and Judy for a beer, he opened 3 girls (one hot girl older, one average girl v-young, one fatty). All French and visiting London and quite bored, since Mark opened he got first choice and hooked with older hottie Frenchie, which left Simon and and me with the other two. Fatty was boring, and made it clear she had a boyfriend. Youngie  was the sister of the older Frenchie, she wearing a romper type suit which showed off her legs and her massive cleavage. She spoke little English and I wasn’t initially attracted to her, well, initially.

We agreed to wing Mark until he could isolate his girl, more beers flowed, we bounced to Dirty Martini cocktail bar. A few happy hour cocktails and I was starting to enjoy looking at this young lasses legs. We played the “Knocking game” and “Kill Fuck Marry”, Youngie indicated that I was her “Fuck”.  At this point Simon was sat next to her, me opposite, she was staring straight at me whilst she mouthed the word “Fuck”.

A streak of competition flowed, fuelled by Simon’s failing attempts to seduce her, her obvious horniness and my desire to see what was under the romper suit. Simon went to the toilet, I switched with him, chatted to her, escalated, then said I want to “show you this really cool thing outside”. I took her by the hand, dragged her outside and kissed her. It escalated very quickly, hands all over each other, she was clearly very very horny.

That left me with her, Mark with older Frenchie and Simon pissed that he was left with Fatty. He left shortly after, then the girls decided they had to go. At this point I thought I might have a fight on my hands to try and get mine back. No need for that, French girl suggested we go back to mine, cleared it with her sister and fatty and off we went in a taxi.

20 mins later, at mine, romper suit is off, no last minute resistance.



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.

Beta Pussy Level (BPL) 9.5

Follow ups from my current leads:

Japanese girl 

Texted her, no reply, I could tell she didn’t hook during the open, but fired a message anyway. No sushi for me.

Slovak girl 

She cancelled our date on Wed, after I sent her a text clarifying that we will meet at 730 and she “should wear something cute”  – that’s a line straight out of Daygame Mastery (thanks Krauser).

Slovak responded having to work then going to a leaving drinks party, she didn’t offer an alternative. Genuine excuse, maybe, I didn’t bother replying. Then an hour later she followed up with a non-related text. It’s a fine line to tread between  nonbutthurtness and punishing the girl for bad behaviour.

Roosh advocates that calling a girl out on her bullshit before you bang her is likely to result in no bang. She will hamsterise your behaviour as weird rather than rationalise that she is acting like a spoilt bitch and that she deserved the telling off. At this stage it’s probably better to re-engage  Slovak in a couple of days and get her locked down to date rather than go beast-mode on her.


Beta Pussy level 9.5 was reached when a girl (hot blonde) gave me strong eye contact at lunch and I let her float past. She was hotter than either the Slovak or Jap but my mouth refused to open.


Fucking determined to open a girl on my walk home, one girl past, another, another, another.. 30 minute walk later, I was almost at my door, the impending failure of my enforced action was imminent, then I spotted a cute girl finishing up her jog. I crossed the road and engaged her in a 5 min conversation, victory and buzzed. I also then went to muay thai training… fuck yeah.

Actions for tomorrow

Lifting weights, and one approach on my lunch break. I can predict the avoidance weasel already, I am supposed to be at lunch with my work buddies.

Little bastard, he stops you getting laid.

Little bastard, he stops you getting laid.

To fuck the avoidance weasel in the the ass I will have to cut the lunch short, leave early and get my approach done.

London states of whatever

Stats for the last week:


2 spanish girls – Boyfriend line

1 polish (v -hot)  – FB close

1 south american – Zip


2 swedish girls – managed to get them back to my place in Nottinghill.  – BF line – no action


Double date with Slovak girl – kissed her, progressing to 2nd date.


2 girls- kept walking

2 set Taiwanese –  5 min chat then they went to see a show.

1 Japanese girl – about to chat to her, she went into a Asian food store, I picked up a  product asked her about it, number closed her.

Like this bit without the rack.

Like this but without the rack.

Overall, not a bad week, but Wednesday to Friday were all night game, with only Sunday being day game.

Positives were, 2 Swedish girls in my flat, I am back on daygaming and I kissed the cute Slovak who I really want to bang.

Negatives, today was tough, super tough, felt completely without “state” and it’s only when I number closed the Japanese girl that I started to feel that social vibe. I’d like to blame it on a week of too much alcohol, but actually I think it comes down to a lack of confidence and entitlement.

I reread the post by Krauser about state, and will incorporate that into my game for the coming week. Also this week I plan to get some daygame in early by using my lunch hour, perhaps the hour time constraint will force me into being more efficient.