Failure

Or how not to get laid in Warsaw: a warning to my future self to not be a moron. Wednesday 14 August was the last night of my first Polish Euro jaunt. I had one lay but, alas, no Polish flag. My last chance would be tonight: a date at 11 pm with a tanned Polish girl, after she would return from the cinema. My two daygame mates had left, so I was sitting outside a bar on Nowy street by myself....

I’ve always had an obsessive personality. Whether it was study, games or work, I always sacrificed all other parts of my life to excel at the object of my obsession at the time. Without a doubt, daygame is my current obsession: it’s by a far the activity I’ve spent the most time on this year, and have read the most about. Although the impact on my personal life was modest, the impact on my work has been substantial....