tag: Secret Society

After working in Vienna for a week, I was scheduled to take a night train to Berlin on Friday the 13th. Boarding the train, I notice that I have the whole cabin to myself. The lights in my cabin were very dim, though. Train cabins consist of a small central table, and six beds stacked along the walls in pairs of three. Before I enter the cabin, I hear a woman with a thick Russian accent: “Excoose meh, can you halp mee store zis luggage, pliez?” She had all the hallmarks of a typical Slavic woman: puffed up lips, massive fake tits, round face, Russian eyes. “Of course, no problem”, I answered in Russian. ...

Today I’ve opened 17 girls, which beats my previous record of 14 approaches on August 3rd 2023. My last set was particularly memorable: it was one of these very rare sets where I felt I was actually doing Game, instead of polite chit-chat. I stopped a girl outside of the Centrum metro station on Patelnia in Warsaw as it was getting dark. By then I was nearly exhausted from a long day of solo daygame. Remarkably, as soon as I opened her, my tiredness was replaced by an animalistic alertness. There was no approach anxiety whatsoever and my stacking was effortless. Almost instinctively, I came up very close to her so that our feet were nearly touching. I can’t remember ever being this close in set. ...

After being the Nice Guy™ for over a decade, it’s only natural to let the pendulum swing far into the opposite direction while learning Daygame. I ventured into the darker side of pickup on my date and subsequent texting with this German girl. I’ve got her out on a date on Thursday evening, the same day I number closed her in Berlin Mitte. Truth be told, she was definitely on the lower end of what I’m willing to open. In fact, her only redeeming qualities were her large natural breast and wide hips. Because I wasn’t heavily invested in her, I saw this as the perfect opportunity to practice the Game material I was absorbing from Heartiste. One could argue that it’s not really Game if my SMV his higher than the girls, but the techniques will work regardless. ...

I was strolling on Unter Den Linden on a Saturday. My last lay had been in Istanbul and with over 170 sets with nothing but two kisses, my vibe was a toxic mix of desperation, rage and horniness. She suddenly appeared wearing tight jeans and a crop top that exposed her flat belly. I opened with a strong, sexual vibe and noticed she responded well, so I moved in quite close to her. We vibed a bit on her coming from Ukraine and she mentioned she was a professional dancer when I pointed out her sexy hips. “So what kind of dance do you do - Hip Hop or Ballet?” I asked. “I’m a pole dancer”. “Oh, alright”. At that point, a part of me knew I was going to fuck her tonight. I had to: she was leaving town tomorrow in the early morning. ...