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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. ...

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. I was so struck by how genuinely kind she was. She wasn’t acting either: she wasn’t trying to impress me and had already confessed the fucked up stuff. It felt like she experienced so much misery that she was tired of it all and just defaulted to being a good person. I don’t know. Meeting a girl like that left a deep impression on me. I don’t think I’m in the game to “bang lots of bitches”, at least not consciously, I think I crave a deep connection with the feminine. ...

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. ...