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. Such a win happened today. ...
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. Girls no longer question my intent: they know I’m hitting on them. I’m only beginning to weave in actual Game into my sets (opposed to friendly chit-chat). Improved non-verbals: I’m standing close, touch them, and hold strong eye contact on green lights (when the girl gives good signals). Inner game issues: still too focused on impressing the girl (lack of entitlement). My goal is to reach 2000 sets by the end of 2025.
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? He answered. I dashed off across the busy shopping street and caught up with her 500m later… ...
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. I ran literally no Game but still number closed the girl and agreed to an instant date. She was a yes-girl that just really liked me. ...