I was relaxing on Bar Gambero’s in Rome after a long daygame session. As I was switching off with a cigarette and beer in hand, I saw a petite dark-haired girl walk by. She had a blue, netted blouse and a cute black dress. She was clearly a tourist. On the metro back to my place Opening her, I confirmed that she was a tourist on her way to buy a souvenir for her mom....

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....

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....

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....

You know, the fascinating thing about daygame is that it puts me in contact with girls far outside my own social stratum. This week I closed1 an Italian girl who was a bit quiet. Very introverted. Not a “good girl”: she later confessed some extreme sexual adventures. She encountered some genuine tragedy in life (deaths of relatives, suicide, violence, etc.). I’ve had my issues but my life was a walk in the park compared to hers....

Only after doing 500+ daygame sets, did I realize how badly I was weaseling in business. If I was as motivated in cold calling prospects as cold approaching students, I’d be set for life. In addition, after reading both Nick Krauser’s and John Bodi’s memoirs, did I realize how Gamma I was1 at work: God complex: everyone in this office is a retard except me. I work better alone (because I don’t want to face the reality that some colleagues are smarter and/or more skilled than me)....

Street Stop This was the lay that took the most work until now. I opened her on Hackescher Markt as I was walking out of the night shop. As I was stepping outside, I saw a curvy German girl with nice dark brown hair approach the entrance. The set went well and we went on an instant date by the riverside. She wanted to buy a beer to drink on her getting fired today....

Street stop and instant date I was strolling on Friedrichstraße towards Unter den Linden carried by a high momentum from an amazing earlier set. This must have been my best session so far and my vibe was off the charts. Coming toward me I saw a dark haired girl with a physique that instantly caught my eye. As an avid bodybuilder, I spent over a decade admiring athletic physiques1. It doesn’t take me longer than a second to spot someone who’s dedicated to the gym....

This week, the Kazakh girl I pickup up in Warsaw paid me a visit in Berlin. She stayed for 5 days during which we explored Berlin, enjoyed her cooking, and had lots of sex. Overall I’m thankful for the experience. I definitely enjoyed the steady dose of female affection, while being aware there a clear limit: after five days she’ll return to Poland. On mornings I mostly worked. In the afternoon I met up with her to show her the fun parts of Berlin....

Over the three months of my mini-relationships with my Turkish girl, I remember three memories with particular fondness. Probably because each of them involved a public blowjob. On September 7th we decided to visit the abandoned airfield Tempelhof in Berlin. We climbed onto a rolled up haystack in the middle of a vast stretch of grass. Although we could see many people around us, the closest group was at least a hundred meters away....