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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. ...

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. ...