I’m back in Istanbul on a two week trip (one week holiday plus one week of remote work). This time I absolutely nailed my logistics: I’m staying in Nişantaşı right next to Osmanbey metro station. Not only is it arguably the best area for daygame, it’s also a pleasant upscale neighborhood to live in. This is also reflected in the pricing of accomodation and food… but so worth it. What I was expecting to be a solo daygame trip quickly turned out to be more social than anticipated: I was hitting the streets hard from Saturday to Monday and was spotted by two distinct daygame groups. “Bro, are you daygaming?” I heard on two distinct occasions. Both guys didn’t look like they were going to stone me, so I opened up. I ended up winging with two Turks and bumped later bumped into a coach working under the pseudonym “Casanova”. Alright. Overall I’m pretty happy: winged daygame is easier, and the decent male company boosts my vibe and gets me out of my head. ...
I’ve always been a voracious reader. My biggest literary challenge I took on thus far is reading Histoire de ma vie by Giacomo Casanova in French. My French being at a sufficiently high level[ˆ1], I feel comfortable reading the text. However, to fully grasp the nuances of Casanova’s writings, I fed his entire memoir to Claude. I instructed the AI to act as if I was speaking to the dead writer and adventurer, instructing “him” to, first of all correct my French grammar, and second to answer my queries in the dead writer’s voice. ...
I’ve been winging with a Dutch beginner daygamer for a few sessions now. Found his post on Thomas Crown’s forum1. He’s a cool dude: surprisingly little AA for < 20 lifetime sets while still being normal2. We did some great sets today! Well, he got 5 blowouts and one Instagram, which isn’t at all bad for his experience. I felt on fire today though! Two strong sets with solid numbers that both replied the same evening. Nice girls as well. ...
The First Night: Reckless Pleasure I was about to wrap up a session with my wing in Prague wen I saw her. Or more accurately, when she saw me. We were strolling up Wenceslas square on our way to get dinner when we walked past a girl with a baseball cap and short black skirt. She had wavy blonde hair, short stature, and that typical Czech face. She threw me a monster IOI that both of us caught. I dashed after her and opened. ...
I saw this short girl stroll along Na Příkopě by the old town. She was dressed in black leather shorts, a leather jacket, and had fluffy blond hair with a single small braid. “She looks R!” I yelled. My wing nodded, and I went in for the approach. “Oh wait! I think I got an IOI,” he suddenly exclaimed. “It’s alright, though. You go!” I was confused. I was already catching up to her as she was passing New Yorker. “Are you sure?” I asked him. “Yeah man! Go - open her!” he yelled. I went in… ...