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Today started rough. My state had crashed after two weeks alone in Stockholm. I started doubting everything: This digital nomad thing isn’t working. I’m hurting my career. I can only daygame in a city I actually live in. The mind plays tricks on you. I forgot about the last two week’s successes: opening 44 sets, collecting 7 phone numbers, going on 2 dates and 1 instant date. Not outlandish results, but something I’m proud of considering I’m trying to create something from nothing - all alone in a country I’ve never been. And work is going just fine: my client doesn’t give two shits about where I’m located. ...

Feels good to be back in Belgrade. I’m here with my former coach and another daygamer. I just came back from Galerija mall where I felt I did good work: 4 approaches with clear intent. Sadly, no numbers: two were married, and the other two rather young (both below 20). On Sunday I caught up with my Belgrade Blondie. It was an effortless date: we covertly agreed to a sex date. After a few glasses of wine on my terrace, we sealed the deal. ...

I’m sitting in the airport looking back on a crazy two weeks on the West Coast. Although I was there for a work conference, the trip was pretty eventful: I got a ride in a fire truck (with sirens) after calling 911 to save a junkie’s life. I had two idates from only five sets in total. I smoked weed with a local girl in her car (and drove my convertible rental car back shortly after to catch my flight). Alas no lays. The opportunity presented itself, though: ...

“That’s the dumbest question someone ever asked me”, she said coldly, putting her book down and giving me a stern look. I left her reading on the park bench in Kalemegdan and staggered back to my wing, tail between my legs. “Fuck me. A great start of another Belgrade daygame session”, I thought. Even though the session started badly, a few good sets1 soon lifted my spirits. My vibe culminated when a Serbian grandpa came up to me to shake my hand and congratulate me on opening a Serbian girl right in front of his nose. “Bravo!” he said. ...

My daygame friends warned me of Belgrade. It’s known to be a hard city for advanced daygamers - let alone intermediates like myself. This was my first jaunt to this city. In addition, I was at the peak of my longest dry spell ever. The stakes were high and my vibe was low. I made the smart decision to schedule a session with a good daygame coach I trust. We worked on some techniques to increase my vibe, and simplify my daygame model. Coincidentally, and by mere accident, I bumped into a daygamer who my coach and I met when we were coaching in Prague exactly one year ago. ...