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). Avoidance: mastering Vim, niche Linux distributions, configuring my tiling window manager, etc. In other words, escaping into elitism instead of doing the important hard work in front of me. Ignoring market needs: employers/clients should just hire me so I can enjoy myself exercising my technical skills on their dime. Build it and they will come: great employers/clients will automatically somehow find me and reach out. Daygame is the first time in my life I had to face unfiltered feedback from an actual marketplace: girls clearly signalling they wouldn’t fuck me. I learned that “Improving myself” doesn’t mean anything if you don’t actually put yourself out there. Becoming good does not feel good or rewarding: it’s intense drilling of a hard technical skill set over and over again. ...

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. Ouch. We swapped numbers and ...

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. To my surprise, she pushed me out of my comfort zone by inviting me to Monster Ronson’s Ichiban Karaoke on Warschauer Street, right where I live. I’ve often walked past this place wondering what’s it like, but never found the drive to explore it by myself. The night was great! Although I completely butchered the song “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones, singing out loud after a few cocktails was a fulfilling experience. ...

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. ...