I’m writing in my favorite Caffè Nero in Nişantaşı, looking back on the last ten days of daygame Istanbul.
These stats conclude my third daygame trip to this city:
Opens: 80 Numbers: 22 Replies: 9 Dates: 01 Lays: 0 This was by far the worst conversion from numbers to dates since the beginning of my daygame career. About half of the numbers replied, which in itself is better than my average. However, all of these leads eventually fizzled out over text, with the exception of the 3 leads that left town.
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Can’t sleep after a stressful week of daygaming. Might as well write down my thoughts to reinforce my learnings. I opened this girl on the old town square while drinking with my two wings. The set was felt immediately on. We stood really close and she let me touch her.
After careful texting, I managed to get her out on a first date a few days later. The date went good: I escalated hard in the cherry wine bar, touching her all over. She lapped it up. I bounced her to the Long Island bar next door where I quickly kissed her. She offered quite some resistance under the pretense that she cheated on her boyfriend and therefore felt guilty kissing another guy. Even though we are both single.
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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.
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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.
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After a productive daygame session with my wing, I could not sleep. We partied late into the night yesterday and I was filling tired. Still, I decided to go for one more walk around Trastevere to get my 10th set of the day - double digits.
After about 30 minutes I bump into a group of dusky girls. Probably Lebanese I thought. One of them looked really nice: penetrating dark eyes, wavy hair - just my type. I wasn’t opening a 5-set so I let it slide. Just as I was about to turn into a street I see her separating from her group: she was now alone.
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