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I agree, nightgame is the way forward too. I've traditionally been more of a night gamer myself, in fact many of my exs came from nightgame. In my opinion, you did awesome to get a regular lay out of daygame, but I think if you only hit one aspect of game that means you have to be amazing at it, otherwise it can be like banging your head against a brick wall, after all, it took a lot of approaches to get French Intern. When I'm in a full gaming phase I do night game, day game, online game like pof, work, even the gym. Its all in my first thread, I ended up with a lay from the gym, a lay from night game, and a lay with online.It's like anything else, take control and be as resourceful as you can and the results will come. But stay on the nightgame, the fear you have is only because you don't do enough of it.
U still go out?
Or this all has been just a race towards fornication? :)
Or this all has been just a race towards fornication? :)
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respect to you, Cat, ChinaBoy and Synergist as few of my biggest inspirations.
Keep up buddy, your work has been fucking monumental
Keep up buddy, your work has been fucking monumental
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Hi everyone
Apologies for my sudden absence.
From religiously posting and gaming everyday for months I’ve realised its been 4 months since my last post.
Heres what happened during the past 4 months
If I’m being honest with myself French Intern gave me something I craved even more than lots of sex. Weird right, I thought it was all about sex. I was aware of this other craving when I started gaming, but in my head I told myself I was mainly after sex. Turns out I wasnt. Yes sex was a big part of it, but a bigger part was social validation.
I was deeply ashamed and embarrassed that my friends in my city hadnt never seen me with a girl before (I moved here a few years ago). Further when my family would enquiry about the ladies scene I would simply say ‘nothing serious’ (actually meaning absolutely no girls because I’m a pussy). This had REALLY been getting me down. The part that really killed me was feeling so helpless about it. I didnt have the balls to approach women.
Anyway once the Intern and I had been hooking up for a few weeks, I made a point of her meeting my friends. Further I made a point of telling people HOW we met. “Thats right, we met on the street.” Man I used to love the reaction when I told people this.
“The street? Huh?” Eyebrows raised. Awkward laugh. “What do you mean you met on ‘the street’??
Me “She walked past me, she’s fucking hot, so I ran after her and told her so”.
Forget the sex, this might have been better. I used to LOVE elaborating on this. I told people I decided a while back to stop being a little bitch, man up and start hitting on women during the day as I saw fit. (Of course I missed out the part where that this whole thing took 3 months, 319 daytime openers and me walking about 324 miles, and going through by a mile the most emotionally challenging time of my life). I just referred to this as “yeah I chatted to various women before her”.
Down to a man, every guy I’ve told this to had said pretty much the same thing. “Thats weird, but fair play. You’ve got serious balls. I’d never be able to do that”. I’d brush it off as something minor, but inside I felt like a peacock showing off the worlds most beautiful feathers.
It wasnt just guys either. Various girls I know said similar things. But it was the guys reactions that I really enjoyed.
However it was something one of my friends said that really was the icing on the cake. He had been having a go at me for a long time about my lack of women/ inability to approach. I’ve written about it here before.
Well said friend loudly announced to a group of people one afternoon that the Intern was so hot I should get a pin and stab small holes in a condom to get her pregnant as soon as possible! She was a keeper and I should make sure she didnt escape.
So March, April, May we had a lot of sex and I replenished my ravaged social validity. I’m not knocking the Intern. She’s nice, we had fun, but it was never going to last. Nor did I want it to.
However we had sort of become an item. I never referred to her as my girlfriend (hey I don’t even know what that means). But she called me her boyfriend. The long and short of this was I felt like I wasnt able to approach women any more, as I felt guilty about it.
So I didnt. Ive barely opened anyone in the past 4 months.
March/April this didnt really bother me. I was still living off the regular sex/social validation high. I was also super busy with work, and didnt have time to go out daygaming everyday like I had before, even if I had wanted to.
In early May though, I started noticing women during the day that I wanted to open. But I didnt. I felt like I would be cheating. We had never had the ‘relationship’ chat, but I knew she thought we were in a committed one.
Further I was quite fond of her. She restored my faith in women some what. She didnt make repeated demands of me. When we argued/felt out over stupid stuff as you do occasionally she would laugh it off ten minutes later, and wouldn't hold it against me. She was happy to simply come round to my house a few times a week for sex, food and companionship. I play and watch a lot of sport. She watched countless football matches with me on my sofa, mainly Champions League and Euro 2012. Sometimes we’d go for a drink, or meet her/my friends. But not often. It was mainly just us hanging out. Baring our first date (two run down bars) we didnt really go on many. She was just happy to see me, and vice versa.
I havent had this experience with a girl I’ve been involved with before. Its normally been high maintenance/ and or dramatic/deceitful girls that wear me down.
Then at the start of June I decided I was going to go travelling to Asia at the end of the summer for a considerable time (probably at least 1 year). I’d been thinking about this for around 1 year, and the time felt right.
The Intern was due to go back home around the same time, so I figured we’d just naturally go our different ways. No messy break up required. But something gnawed in the back of my mind. If I wasnt going travelling, then I WOULD end it with her. The fun/spark of ‘us’ had diminished significantly in my eyes. She may have felt the same - but we never had an ‘us’ kind of chat, so I dont know.
Further something else was eating away at me. During many of my daygame approaches before I had met a lot of women that openly admitted to being rather bored with their boyfriend/relationship, but liked the security of it. It used to drive me around the fucking bend with frustration! I was adamant that the next time I found myself in a relationship I would end it if I found myself in a similar situation.
Well so I told myself at the time. However when the situation arose, I found myself not doing this. In my head I justified it as I’m going travelling soon, and it would be easier to let it end naturally. However this ‘double standards’ thought wouldnt go away. Towards late June early July we were only seeing each other 1-2 times a week. But during those times I used to lie in bed at night as she slept pondering this issue. It wasnt fair on her prolonging this.
However the thought of actually ending this myself scared me. I’ve never broke up with a girl. The few girlfriends I’ve had have always seen the light and dumped me.
Then this morning I did it as I was walking her to the bus stop to catch her bus to work. I simply said I didnt think we should see each other any more. The look on her face will haunt me. She looked so helpless, shocked and deserted. Her eyes welled up. I immediately felt physically sick. She asked why. I mumbled something about me going travelling and her going back to university soon anyway. I asked her what she thought was going to happen to us. She said she thought we’d enjoy the remaining few weeks we had together.
We didnt say much else. At the bus stop she stood with her arms folded for a minute. I did the same. I felt bad and hugged her. We hugged for a few minutes and she cried on my shoulder. I had a lump in my throat, which as I write is back. Then her bus came, we lightly kissed and she was gone.
Loss is nothing but change, and change is nature's delight. But I still feel sad and hollow.
Apologies for my sudden absence.
From religiously posting and gaming everyday for months I’ve realised its been 4 months since my last post.
Heres what happened during the past 4 months
If I’m being honest with myself French Intern gave me something I craved even more than lots of sex. Weird right, I thought it was all about sex. I was aware of this other craving when I started gaming, but in my head I told myself I was mainly after sex. Turns out I wasnt. Yes sex was a big part of it, but a bigger part was social validation.
I was deeply ashamed and embarrassed that my friends in my city hadnt never seen me with a girl before (I moved here a few years ago). Further when my family would enquiry about the ladies scene I would simply say ‘nothing serious’ (actually meaning absolutely no girls because I’m a pussy). This had REALLY been getting me down. The part that really killed me was feeling so helpless about it. I didnt have the balls to approach women.
Anyway once the Intern and I had been hooking up for a few weeks, I made a point of her meeting my friends. Further I made a point of telling people HOW we met. “Thats right, we met on the street.” Man I used to love the reaction when I told people this.
“The street? Huh?” Eyebrows raised. Awkward laugh. “What do you mean you met on ‘the street’??
Me “She walked past me, she’s fucking hot, so I ran after her and told her so”.
Forget the sex, this might have been better. I used to LOVE elaborating on this. I told people I decided a while back to stop being a little bitch, man up and start hitting on women during the day as I saw fit. (Of course I missed out the part where that this whole thing took 3 months, 319 daytime openers and me walking about 324 miles, and going through by a mile the most emotionally challenging time of my life). I just referred to this as “yeah I chatted to various women before her”.
Down to a man, every guy I’ve told this to had said pretty much the same thing. “Thats weird, but fair play. You’ve got serious balls. I’d never be able to do that”. I’d brush it off as something minor, but inside I felt like a peacock showing off the worlds most beautiful feathers.
It wasnt just guys either. Various girls I know said similar things. But it was the guys reactions that I really enjoyed.
However it was something one of my friends said that really was the icing on the cake. He had been having a go at me for a long time about my lack of women/ inability to approach. I’ve written about it here before.
Well said friend loudly announced to a group of people one afternoon that the Intern was so hot I should get a pin and stab small holes in a condom to get her pregnant as soon as possible! She was a keeper and I should make sure she didnt escape.
So March, April, May we had a lot of sex and I replenished my ravaged social validity. I’m not knocking the Intern. She’s nice, we had fun, but it was never going to last. Nor did I want it to.
However we had sort of become an item. I never referred to her as my girlfriend (hey I don’t even know what that means). But she called me her boyfriend. The long and short of this was I felt like I wasnt able to approach women any more, as I felt guilty about it.
So I didnt. Ive barely opened anyone in the past 4 months.
March/April this didnt really bother me. I was still living off the regular sex/social validation high. I was also super busy with work, and didnt have time to go out daygaming everyday like I had before, even if I had wanted to.
In early May though, I started noticing women during the day that I wanted to open. But I didnt. I felt like I would be cheating. We had never had the ‘relationship’ chat, but I knew she thought we were in a committed one.
Further I was quite fond of her. She restored my faith in women some what. She didnt make repeated demands of me. When we argued/felt out over stupid stuff as you do occasionally she would laugh it off ten minutes later, and wouldn't hold it against me. She was happy to simply come round to my house a few times a week for sex, food and companionship. I play and watch a lot of sport. She watched countless football matches with me on my sofa, mainly Champions League and Euro 2012. Sometimes we’d go for a drink, or meet her/my friends. But not often. It was mainly just us hanging out. Baring our first date (two run down bars) we didnt really go on many. She was just happy to see me, and vice versa.
I havent had this experience with a girl I’ve been involved with before. Its normally been high maintenance/ and or dramatic/deceitful girls that wear me down.
Then at the start of June I decided I was going to go travelling to Asia at the end of the summer for a considerable time (probably at least 1 year). I’d been thinking about this for around 1 year, and the time felt right.
The Intern was due to go back home around the same time, so I figured we’d just naturally go our different ways. No messy break up required. But something gnawed in the back of my mind. If I wasnt going travelling, then I WOULD end it with her. The fun/spark of ‘us’ had diminished significantly in my eyes. She may have felt the same - but we never had an ‘us’ kind of chat, so I dont know.
Further something else was eating away at me. During many of my daygame approaches before I had met a lot of women that openly admitted to being rather bored with their boyfriend/relationship, but liked the security of it. It used to drive me around the fucking bend with frustration! I was adamant that the next time I found myself in a relationship I would end it if I found myself in a similar situation.
Well so I told myself at the time. However when the situation arose, I found myself not doing this. In my head I justified it as I’m going travelling soon, and it would be easier to let it end naturally. However this ‘double standards’ thought wouldnt go away. Towards late June early July we were only seeing each other 1-2 times a week. But during those times I used to lie in bed at night as she slept pondering this issue. It wasnt fair on her prolonging this.
However the thought of actually ending this myself scared me. I’ve never broke up with a girl. The few girlfriends I’ve had have always seen the light and dumped me.
Then this morning I did it as I was walking her to the bus stop to catch her bus to work. I simply said I didnt think we should see each other any more. The look on her face will haunt me. She looked so helpless, shocked and deserted. Her eyes welled up. I immediately felt physically sick. She asked why. I mumbled something about me going travelling and her going back to university soon anyway. I asked her what she thought was going to happen to us. She said she thought we’d enjoy the remaining few weeks we had together.
We didnt say much else. At the bus stop she stood with her arms folded for a minute. I did the same. I felt bad and hugged her. We hugged for a few minutes and she cried on my shoulder. I had a lump in my throat, which as I write is back. Then her bus came, we lightly kissed and she was gone.
Loss is nothing but change, and change is nature's delight. But I still feel sad and hollow.
Dude, you screwed yourself over. In my humble opinion you should have just let the relationship naturally run it's course, and part on good terms with her in France and you back to pimping. You never know if that option might have come in handy later
@Jimbiz
I wanted to end it. I think it was the right thing to do, it had run its course. Plus I'm really busy with getting ready for travelling soon and didnt want the hassle with it.
Anyway........
I’m back in the game!
Long story short. I had two young French guys (18 years old) staying with me the past few days. They are travelling/hitch hiking so I gave them somewhere to stay for a few nights.
Yesterday evening we decided to play tennis. Whilst walking to the tennis courts they mentioned to me they wanted to meet girls. So I told them about cold approaching in the street etc. Im not sure they believed me this was possible, but were very curious.
Anyway the tennis courts were full, but two girls were playing - one was reasonably attractive. So I beckoned her over whilst she was playing. I told her she was hot etc etc. The French guys were sitting there a bit dumbstruck.
This happened a few times when the tennis ball came near me. She gave me BF objections etc. I didnt care - I just wanted to show the French guys that talking to women can be as easy as just doing it!
When the girls left the courts I tried again, asked if she was sure she had a boyfriend etc. - messing about. The guys couldnt believe it - they were laughing/looked awkward but clearly loved this new idea of just TALKING to girls.
So the girls left, and we start playing tennis. A few minutes a SMOKING hot girl comes up to me on the court and asks how long we are going to be. I said fuck tennis where have you been all my life you sexy thing?
I invite her to play with us. We play for about an hour. I got her number. She has a young son (how do I deal with that logistically in turns of sex?!) and I’m not fussed on whether she flakes our semi arranged D2 next week.
But it was the French guys reaction that got me. When we were back home they were really excited - told my housemates we had met a hot girl, and that I WAS A PLAYER! Lol!!
The guys left earlier today. I set each the mission of telling 5 girls they were pretty before they go back to France -they’re in England for another 2 weeks so should be achievable. I told them to make sure the other one did it, and to support each other. I told them to remember only one thing from the few days they spent with me: if they want to sleep with women they must communicate asap with women they meet that they find them attractive.
Bizarre how times have changed. 6 months ago I was a nervous wreck, the thought of approaching a random girl would make me pass out.
Now I’m educating the future generations on game. Nuts
I wanted to end it. I think it was the right thing to do, it had run its course. Plus I'm really busy with getting ready for travelling soon and didnt want the hassle with it.
Anyway........
I’m back in the game!
Long story short. I had two young French guys (18 years old) staying with me the past few days. They are travelling/hitch hiking so I gave them somewhere to stay for a few nights.
Yesterday evening we decided to play tennis. Whilst walking to the tennis courts they mentioned to me they wanted to meet girls. So I told them about cold approaching in the street etc. Im not sure they believed me this was possible, but were very curious.
Anyway the tennis courts were full, but two girls were playing - one was reasonably attractive. So I beckoned her over whilst she was playing. I told her she was hot etc etc. The French guys were sitting there a bit dumbstruck.
This happened a few times when the tennis ball came near me. She gave me BF objections etc. I didnt care - I just wanted to show the French guys that talking to women can be as easy as just doing it!
When the girls left the courts I tried again, asked if she was sure she had a boyfriend etc. - messing about. The guys couldnt believe it - they were laughing/looked awkward but clearly loved this new idea of just TALKING to girls.
So the girls left, and we start playing tennis. A few minutes a SMOKING hot girl comes up to me on the court and asks how long we are going to be. I said fuck tennis where have you been all my life you sexy thing?
I invite her to play with us. We play for about an hour. I got her number. She has a young son (how do I deal with that logistically in turns of sex?!) and I’m not fussed on whether she flakes our semi arranged D2 next week.
But it was the French guys reaction that got me. When we were back home they were really excited - told my housemates we had met a hot girl, and that I WAS A PLAYER! Lol!!
The guys left earlier today. I set each the mission of telling 5 girls they were pretty before they go back to France -they’re in England for another 2 weeks so should be achievable. I told them to make sure the other one did it, and to support each other. I told them to remember only one thing from the few days they spent with me: if they want to sleep with women they must communicate asap with women they meet that they find them attractive.
Bizarre how times have changed. 6 months ago I was a nervous wreck, the thought of approaching a random girl would make me pass out.
Now I’m educating the future generations on game. Nuts
Awesome story man :)
I definitely think you did the right thing by breaking up :)
Things like that make you stronger and you stayed true to yourself with respect to not being a hypocrite by staying in a boring relationship just out of 'security' or 'comfort'.
I definitely think you did the right thing by breaking up :)
Things like that make you stronger and you stayed true to yourself with respect to not being a hypocrite by staying in a boring relationship just out of 'security' or 'comfort'.
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Tyler:
For every hour of new knowledge that you pick up, you've got to have 3-4 hours in the field just to PROCESS it.
Tyler:
For every hour of new knowledge that you pick up, you've got to have 3-4 hours in the field just to PROCESS it.
My second daygame sex partner
As I mentioned before I’m going travelling abroad soon. Part of why I ended it with french intern last month was because I had about 6-7 girls numbers I wanted to follow up before I left, and didnt want to cheat on her. Most numbers I got about 5 months ago, and a few had boyfriends. I wasnt holding much hope, but wanted to try at least.
Two girls text me back.
One was a rude little bastard, so I didnt even try and D2 her
The second one -I’ll call her Miss Bombshell
When I saw Miss Bombshell for the first time in January I walked past her and kept walking for about 40 yards - my head told me not to bother. Just painfully gorgeous. Other guys were staring at her as she walked down the street. Anyway I managed to run back after her and open.
We chatted for a few minutes, and exchanged numbers. Unsurprisingly shes from Eastern Europe - hence why she’s so bloody hot. She had a boyfriend.
Her boyfriend is just recently out of the picture. So I managed to setup a D2 with her 8 days ago. Not easy, took a few weeks of texting. We met up in a bar. She tells me shes really nervous about meeting me. I like her honesty.
We get on good - she’s a fiery character with a kind side. Very different from the french intern. I try and kiss her etc in the bar a few times. I know she likes me, but wont kiss. We go to another bar. I try again. Same
On the walk back through town a guy shouts ‘rapist’ at me
(implying looks wise we are a mega miss-match I think!). I laugh and tell him I like his humour. Miss Bombshell sees the funny side too.
By this stage I had sort of forgotten about kissing her. Then from nowhere, she grabs me, tells me she can’t believes shes doing this and goes for a mega makeout. I’m blown away. Shes really fun, and easily the hottest girl I’ve ever kissed.
We kiss hug a lot more on the way back home. She tells me shes really turned on. I laugh. I’m not used to such honesty -especially as I barely know her.
I try and get her back to mine, but she doesnt bite.
We meetup a couple of times later during the week. We walk around the neighbourhood late one evening. Then on Friday night she texts me asking if I want to go for another walk.
I have to leave/meet a family member later that night. So I tell her we cant be too long. However I have one thought inside my inhead when I meet her. I must get her back to mine! Not necessarily to fuck that night, but to lay foundations for later. In terms of logistics etc I’m definitely learning.
I meet her off the bus. She tries to walk in the direction away from my house. I say blah blah and just walk towards mine. She follows.
She’s very nervous about being in my house. We watch a bit of Olympics on TV. I try and get to upstairs - no go.
However she agrees half an hour later. We hug and kiss in my room, but I dont try and progress. I really had to go meet a family member later.
I walk her back home. I was really pleased with how this evening went. When she text me that night I had the objective of getting her back to time and getting her to see my room to lay foundations. Result.
Last night she comes round again. She meets my housemates. We eat/watch Olympics closing ceremony. My housemates go to bed. She asks if I can walk her home. I say yeah in 15 minutes. I tell her I’ve eaten too much and need to lie down first. She comes up to my room.
We kiss etc. I turn off the light. She asks me what I’m doing. I tell her I dont know. We laugh a lot. I’m nervous - which she picks up on this. She asks if I’m a virgin. We laugh more.
Large amount of kissing/groping. Her breasts are amazing. The best I’ve ever come across (lol I think I’ve come across about 9 pairs in my life). She has large nipples too, which I like. She keeps tell me we arent fucking. I try and get her jeans off about 10 times in 45 minutes. Eventually she lets me. Her whole body is insane. Shes sooooooo pretty too. I almost feel guilty about being with her.
We fuck. Afterwards she gets up. I ask her whats shes doing. Tells me shes going home. I laugh. I tell her I want to cuddle her for 5 minutes first. We talk for ages - probably around 1 hour. I’m going travelling next week for probably around 6 months to 1 year. Shes sad. I’m sad too. I really like her. I walk her home at 4am.
So it turns out the French Intern wasnt a fluke. Miss Bombshell had a boyfriend when we first met 6 months ago. I’m really glad this happened. I’ve now got firm evidence that in Daygame even when I get the usual BF objection, there’s still the potential for sex further down the line. I knew this before, but now its happened its a relief to have it under my belt.
I'm still pinching myself this has happened.
As I mentioned before I’m going travelling abroad soon. Part of why I ended it with french intern last month was because I had about 6-7 girls numbers I wanted to follow up before I left, and didnt want to cheat on her. Most numbers I got about 5 months ago, and a few had boyfriends. I wasnt holding much hope, but wanted to try at least.
Two girls text me back.
One was a rude little bastard, so I didnt even try and D2 her
The second one -I’ll call her Miss Bombshell
When I saw Miss Bombshell for the first time in January I walked past her and kept walking for about 40 yards - my head told me not to bother. Just painfully gorgeous. Other guys were staring at her as she walked down the street. Anyway I managed to run back after her and open.
We chatted for a few minutes, and exchanged numbers. Unsurprisingly shes from Eastern Europe - hence why she’s so bloody hot. She had a boyfriend.
Her boyfriend is just recently out of the picture. So I managed to setup a D2 with her 8 days ago. Not easy, took a few weeks of texting. We met up in a bar. She tells me shes really nervous about meeting me. I like her honesty.
We get on good - she’s a fiery character with a kind side. Very different from the french intern. I try and kiss her etc in the bar a few times. I know she likes me, but wont kiss. We go to another bar. I try again. Same
On the walk back through town a guy shouts ‘rapist’ at me
(implying looks wise we are a mega miss-match I think!). I laugh and tell him I like his humour. Miss Bombshell sees the funny side too.
By this stage I had sort of forgotten about kissing her. Then from nowhere, she grabs me, tells me she can’t believes shes doing this and goes for a mega makeout. I’m blown away. Shes really fun, and easily the hottest girl I’ve ever kissed.
We kiss hug a lot more on the way back home. She tells me shes really turned on. I laugh. I’m not used to such honesty -especially as I barely know her.
I try and get her back to mine, but she doesnt bite.
We meetup a couple of times later during the week. We walk around the neighbourhood late one evening. Then on Friday night she texts me asking if I want to go for another walk.
I have to leave/meet a family member later that night. So I tell her we cant be too long. However I have one thought inside my inhead when I meet her. I must get her back to mine! Not necessarily to fuck that night, but to lay foundations for later. In terms of logistics etc I’m definitely learning.
I meet her off the bus. She tries to walk in the direction away from my house. I say blah blah and just walk towards mine. She follows.
She’s very nervous about being in my house. We watch a bit of Olympics on TV. I try and get to upstairs - no go.
However she agrees half an hour later. We hug and kiss in my room, but I dont try and progress. I really had to go meet a family member later.
I walk her back home. I was really pleased with how this evening went. When she text me that night I had the objective of getting her back to time and getting her to see my room to lay foundations. Result.
Last night she comes round again. She meets my housemates. We eat/watch Olympics closing ceremony. My housemates go to bed. She asks if I can walk her home. I say yeah in 15 minutes. I tell her I’ve eaten too much and need to lie down first. She comes up to my room.
We kiss etc. I turn off the light. She asks me what I’m doing. I tell her I dont know. We laugh a lot. I’m nervous - which she picks up on this. She asks if I’m a virgin. We laugh more.
Large amount of kissing/groping. Her breasts are amazing. The best I’ve ever come across (lol I think I’ve come across about 9 pairs in my life). She has large nipples too, which I like. She keeps tell me we arent fucking. I try and get her jeans off about 10 times in 45 minutes. Eventually she lets me. Her whole body is insane. Shes sooooooo pretty too. I almost feel guilty about being with her.
We fuck. Afterwards she gets up. I ask her whats shes doing. Tells me shes going home. I laugh. I tell her I want to cuddle her for 5 minutes first. We talk for ages - probably around 1 hour. I’m going travelling next week for probably around 6 months to 1 year. Shes sad. I’m sad too. I really like her. I walk her home at 4am.
So it turns out the French Intern wasnt a fluke. Miss Bombshell had a boyfriend when we first met 6 months ago. I’m really glad this happened. I’ve now got firm evidence that in Daygame even when I get the usual BF objection, there’s still the potential for sex further down the line. I knew this before, but now its happened its a relief to have it under my belt.
I'm still pinching myself this has happened.
Glad your back, kid.
Lux ;)
Lux ;)
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Join Date: 10/31/2007 | Posts: 25
First of all you don't have any night game reference points, so without these you feel lost, we've all been there, it's OK. But hey, you've been here too when you started daygaming. Didn't you start with little previous experience, and bit-by-bit built up a) your confidence, and b) your intuition as to how to make interactions go better? Can you see ways to translate your learning experiences in the daytime into bar/club scenarios? You can't escape the process of just going out and pushing this, so embrace the humbling babysteps and start with small building blocks of just being social with girls in night settings, throw in a little physical escalation, push some of the flirtation you drop in your daygame and see what your early results are (and, hey, post them here).
I can see that coming from daygaming into night one thing that may be intimidating is that you have a licence to be much more directly sexual in bars than on your lunch break, and fully expressing this when you're not used to can be tough to do. Unfortunately there are no solutions other than application and commitment to intelligent self-improvement as a sex0r of h0t babez. Happily this process gets more fun and more fulfilling the deeper down the rabbithole you go.
Right, now let's look at your two rubbish excuses for not approaching:
Crap Excuse #1) You don't want your friends to see.
This is fear of wounded pride and nothing more. Ask yourself this, if one of your mates did an approach when you were out and got a flat-out kthxbye rejection. What would your reaction be (and here we go into multiple choice):
a) My mate got blown out by a cute girl = he is a tool and his life is ruined
b) My mate got blown out by a cute girl = props for trying man, if you do nothing you get nothing
You seem like a decent guy, so it's b), right? And assuming your friends are not complete asshats they'll respect you at least doing something proactive and may even feel motivated themselves to try something. I agree that hanging around with serial non-approachers isn't an environment that's conducive to action so realise you have other options:
a) try to go out with different people who are more open to, um opening (not PUA weirdos, repeat: not PUA weirdos)
b) go solo; which sounds like a big deal, but you've already done 300+ approaches solo in daygame, you know how that works. Pro-tip when starting out night game solo: choose big busy venues where you'd normally lose your friends anyway if you went as a group. You can float anonymously pretty easily and ghost around to your heart's content pulling ninja-style approaches on cuties and ejecting into darkness if required.
Crap Excuse #2) You don't know what to say.
Er sorry mate, but what do you talk to the daygame girls about? I'm hoping it's genial random shit that makes some sort of emotional sense on a base level? Dude you can absolutely replicate that stuff in the night time and magnify the intensity, with the added bonus of instinctively smart (not dumb and gropey) physical escalation. You have that daygame experience of developing conversational stuff, so you just walk up to hot girls, smile, open your mouth and see what happens.
tl;dr?
Summary - you have developed situational confidence doing daygame, and you need to figure out some internal mechanisms to translate this into pulling glorious smiley women in night clubs. To do this you need to start gathering night-game reference points (good and bad ones), and adopt a smart proactive commitment to late night adventures, possibly rolling solo, or with helpful wing-type folk.
This is where the fun happens. Do not turn your back on the fun stuff.