category: Field Report

After working in Vienna for a week, I was scheduled to take a night train to Berlin on Friday the 13th. Boarding the train, I notice that I have the whole cabin to myself. The lights in my cabin were very dim, though. Train cabins consist of a small central table, and six beds stacked along the walls in pairs of three. Before I enter the cabin, I hear a woman with a thick Russian accent: “Excoose meh, can you halp mee store zis luggage, pliez?” She had all the hallmarks of a typical Slavic woman: puffed up lips, massive fake tits, round face, Russian eyes. “Of course, no problem”, I answered in Russian. ...

I just came back from my second daygame session in Lyon. In total I did 4 approaches in a bit less than two hours. The first set I opened in English, but then switched to French. The three following sets I only spoke French. Overall, I’m very satisfied with my results: three discussions from 3-7 minutes each and only one brush off (because she had just dialled her mom on the phone). Daygaming in French, which is not my foreign language, feels like I’m learning it all over again. Stacking and vibing is a lot harder: not only have I come up with things to say, I also have to come up with the actual grammar and vocabulary on how to say it… ...

I was reaching the end of a productive daygame session in Rome. Resting on the Spanish Steps, halfway through my cigarette, I spot an elegant brunette traverse the square. Even from a far away, I could see she was beautiful Italian local. She walked fast, determined to get somewhere. I leapt up, ran down the stairs, and jumped over a pair of Chinese tourists to pursue the set, pushing the last bits of smoke out of my lungs. Right as she was about to enter what turned out to be her office, I intercept her by jumping directly in front - grinning ear-to-ear. My vibe was off the charts, I REALLY wanted this girl and it showed. She beamed. During the run-up the carbon-monoxide severely constrained the absorption of oxygen into my blood, making me gasp for air. ...

On Saturday I was hanging out in the center of Antwerp with my mates. This city is my home town in Belgium. Definitely not a place where I do daygame. It was 3 p.m. as I was leaving the city and driving to my parents’ house in the countryside. The weather was unusually warm and sunny for October. As I was driving, I recall the streets being packed. The urge to do at least a couple of sets overcame me. After all, my last session was more than two weeks ago in Berlin. I U-turned the car and hit the center by myself, carefully ignoring any texts from mates to hit up some bars the afternoon. ...

At the very end of a productive daygame session with two Berlin wings, we stumbled upon a dreamy tourist girl. She was slowly strolling in front of us in a slight zig-zag, seemingly lost in thoughts. Essentially, she was screaming to be opened. Given that it was my turn, I obliged her. Turns out she was a girl from the UK. After a pretty sexual set, I bounced her to a nearby Späti1 to get a beer and chill by the riverside on an instant date. I texted my mates that it was on - confirming their suspicion that she had SDL written all over her. ...