category: Field Report

Back in Warsaw! Despite the snowy streets, it feels good to be back here, mostly to see my mates. After patting myself on the back for 6 gym and 3 boxing sessions, I realized I had only done 5 sets the entire week. “Right, I’m meta-weaseling1. Enough “building value” - time to hit the streets. I’m happy to say I found my daygame-mojo again. Winging with the guys rekindled my love for daygame that somewhat lessened during a harsh winter in Prague. Today my session was phenomenal: I opened just two sets, got both the numbers, both replied within 30 minutes on the feeler text. Happy days! ...

The writing on this one is a bit crude because I’m frustrated as hell as I write, and I don’t want to edit the text In the span of just two days, I had three occasions where I felt a deep disdain for women: An encounter with an annoying career woman at my co-working An insufferable date A date that flaked without cancelling The career woman was ugly and the story boring. For my own learning, I want to focus on the date. ...

I’m currently struggling through a pretty long dry spell in terms of new daygame successes. I know for a fact that I’ve talked to girls on the street, and fucked them shortly after - sometimes in a matter of hours. In moments like these, as the memories of previous conquests are distant, this challenge feels insurmountable. My mind is playing tricks on me. Luckily, all it takes is one small win to regain confidence. Such a win happened today. ...

I’m returned to Prague after my first residential coaching there in April 2024. This time I’m on my own, staying for a month to focus on: Gym and nutrition: getting below 10% body fat again Remote work Daygame I arrived on Thursday and until Sunday did 27 sets in total. Not bad at all considering I’ve been a lot more picky with my sets compared to the coaching. I’m noticing quite a few improvements compared to last year: ...

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. ...