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.

As we sat on Tempelhofer Feld, I told her how I once got a blowjob from my Turkish mini-relationship girl. Although she like the story, she couldn’t suppress her feminine urge in telling me that she was likely “the one that got away”. Exactly a year later, sitting on that same field, I still have very warm feelings for that Turkish girl who was my first daygame lay.

Other highlights were her cooking Syrniki for me. There is something so beautifully feminine about girls that are willing to cook for a man.

Smooth, warm, round, delicious.

She left on Tuesday, after which the week took an extreme turn. I’ve been hitting the streets really hard all of September, so I had a number of very hot leads:

  1. On Wednesday, I managed to lay the Italian girl.
  2. On Thursday, I had a very long “date” with my German neighbor who I couldn’t close. Instead we discussed male-female dynamics and dating in Berlin into the late hours.
  3. On Friday, I couldn’t land a date, but had a pretty intense daygame session and was hitting the booze pretty hard with a mate.
  4. Quite hungover on Saturday, I managed to get the German girl out on a date - which resulted in an unexpected lay.

By Sunday, the pain/pleasure balance in my brain was so fucked from all the sex, chasing, chain-smoking, and daily drinking that I spent the entire day in front of a screen alternating between porn and mindless YouTube video. Daygame really does wear one out. I was absolutely exhausted.

But then I remembered my mate from Friday who confessed living in complete celibacy for over a year and felt rather good about my situation. If only I could control myself when riding the daygame roller-coaster…