I opened a lovely 23 year old Latvian girl in the park. She had an artsy vibe and excellent English. We met up a couple of hours later the same day. I took her out for ice cream in the park. She only had one relationship that ended five months ago. No other experience with guys. Nevertheless the eye contact was strong. The date ended with a walk to the old town where we agreed to meet each other the next day to play pool. ...
I was nearing the end of the daygame session in the evening with my wing as I spotted a cute girl reading on a bench near the old town square in Riga. At first I walked by and pointed her out to my mate. “She’s cute,” I said. “I don’t do sitting sets,” he answered. I figured the Daygame Gods wouldn’t forgive us for passing up this set so I looped around and approached her from the distance. ...
Yesterday, I was invited by an old friend and his girlfriend to play Monopoly at their house. The friend is well above-average looking and his girlfriend is a professional model. Objectively beautiful and very striking. The other couple consists of an older, rather ugly, back girl and a reasonably good looking chody white guy. I was stressed out from my job but observed some interesting social dynamics: When my friend was losing, his the girls were celebrating his defeat. As he came back, his girl became ever more resentful. After a while she got visibly agitated and started making snarky remarks, and eventually direct insults to him and anyone she interacted with. He kept his cool but was visibly under pressure. The chody guy was completely in his girlfriend’s frame and therefore didn’t participate in the frame battle.
It dawned on me that I’ve been single for over three years now. Sure, I’ve had relationships every now and then, but I always saw or at least pursued multiple girls on the side. Now that I work my corporate job, where most people have relationships or even families, I’m faced with the question: why am I single? Even most of the wings I daygame with are all looking to settle down in the near future. Not me, though. Why? ...
Today1 it finally hit me, I have to really break up with my Italian Gym Rat. I broke up with her on 30 November, which is a bit more than 4 months now. Haven’t had contact with her ever since. Not once have I slipped or gave her any signal of my life, besides several changes in my profile picture on WhatsApp. Because neither one of us is on social media, it’s as if my life paused for her on that day. ...