The writing on this one is a bit crude because I’m frustrated as hell as I write, and I don’t want to edit the text In the span of just two days, I had three occasions where I felt a deep disdain for women: An encounter with an annoying career woman at my co-working An insufferable date A date that flaked without cancelling The career woman was ugly and the story boring....
Last week, my Italian Gym Rat came to visit me in Prague. She really enjoyed our Antwerp city trip so was more than happy to come over for two days of exploring and fucking. She has a strong submissive kink and wanted to explore her boundaries even further. Out mutual fondest memories of the trip were: Restaurant Facial Our first hour in Prague ended with me cumming all over her face....
I’m currently struggling through a pretty long dry spell in terms of new daygame successes. I know for a fact that I’ve talked to girls on the street, and fucked them shortly after - sometimes in a matter of hours. In moments like these, as the memories of previous conquests are distant, this challenge feels insurmountable. My mind is playing tricks on me. Luckily, all it takes is one small win to regain confidence....
I suppose I can call myself a daygamer now. Today I completed my 1000th set. As expected, there were no fireworks. Nor did the sets feel like the “1000 sets of hell”. Instead, I experienced a mild feeling of contentment and accomplishment: I set my mind to daygame, and I persisted for 562 days. Compared to Prague in April 2024 (300 sets), I feel the following changes: I still feel approach anxiety but manage to overcome it consistently....
I’m returned to Prague after my first residential coaching there in April 2024. This time I’m on my own, staying for a month to focus on: Gym and nutrition: getting below 10% body fat again Remote work Daygame I arrived on Thursday and until Sunday did 27 sets in total. Not bad at all considering I’ve been a lot more picky with my sets compared to the coaching. I’m noticing quite a few improvements compared to last year:...
On a warm Sunday afternoon in Prague as I was daygaming with my wing, I saw her passing by in a short dress with leopard print. She was born in a small Czech village but moved to Prague for adventure At first I let her walk past but soon regretted it. “I think I just weaseled that girl” I told my wing. He knew who I meant. Well, why don’t you go open her then?...
On a warm Wednesday afternoon I was sipping a beer with a wing on the terrace of Kavárna Obecní dům in Prague when a beaming girl with long, wavy, dark hair strolled past. “She looks quite setty” he said. Abandoning my beer, I chased her down. She was a Georgian girl living in New York City, who just returned from skydiving. Hence the smile from ear to ear. The set itself was very mediocre, as the recording would later reveal....