Belgrade Diaries – Part Three

August 3, 2015
krauserpua

I’m almost a week into my trip and I’ve found myself doing some impromptu winging with the students Street Attraction brought here. It’s informal, but I can’t help doing a little coaching. So we’re standing by an ice cream kiosk cooling ourselves down with ice lollies. It’s about 5pm and the temperature has finally dipped enough for the girls to venture outside.

The students are really excited. They’re into the fourth week of their Yugoslavia daygame immersion and they’ve all been laid once each, earlier in the trip. Who could blame them? So there’s a little huddle around me while a lick my pineapple lolly and I start talking about pre-open calibration.

It’s good daygame to build a quick mythology about a girl before you open her. You scan the streets for the girls you like and when your eyes rest on one, you immediately pick out what made you notice her and use that to build a little mini-story about her [my Black Book seminar will go into way more detail on how to do it]. You might only get as far as a quick label (“Slow dreamy short-shorts” or “Busy office girl”) but the important thing is it gives you something. Once in set you can expand it into some verbal bamboozlement.

Living the dream, yesterday

Living the dream, yesterday

You’ll also find over time that some girls are more interested in you than others, and you can detect patterns. For example, fashionable girls adorned in many brand names (Prada, YSL, Jimmy Choo etc) rarely like me. I’ve fucked a few but normaly they aren’t interested. Conversely, slightly quirky girls usually do like me. More generally in daygame, slow wandering girls open easier than determined fast-walking girls.

So, as you begin to identify patterns you can narrow-down your potential opens to focus on the higher-probability targets. I advise you don’t take it too far and start weaseling girls just because they are low-probability. Even the 100/1 shot comes in from time to time. Standing in our huddle with the ice lollies I start throwing out example mythologies for the girls walking past – “She’s dressed like a bar code. I wonder if everything beeps when she goes into a supermarket” – “She looks like she’s sneaking away from the scene of a crime. Probably a shopaholic” etc.

“This girl looks like she’ll probably be into me” I announce and chase a red-head across the square. Unsurprisingly, she cracks wide open. I just knew she would. Felt it in my bones.

I’m teasing everything and she’s throwing it back at me, thoroughly enjoying it. I feel the familiar electricity and sparkle. It feels on. I don’t remember much of the set, just that I was in the moment, bobbing and weaving, having a lot of fun while a couple of the students watched. Then I took a number and sent her on her way. The next day the texting is solid. From her very first reply I know it’ll be good. Witness some really easy text game [Daygame Mastery readers will spot all of my gambits]

This is what a strong lead looks like

This is what a strong lead looks like

So I meet her at the horse and I’m greatly pleased to find she’s hotter than I remembered. My approach had been when she had no make-up and was coming home from the gym. Now she was dolled up and looked fantastic. God bless daygame – girls are frequently hotter than you first thought. So I start walking her down to the moustache bar, feeling optimistic.

We sit outside because I don’t want to sweat in the upstairs room like I did the previous night. It’s just so on immediately. Her eyes are sparkling, she’s talking a lot and the kino is effortless. She’s soon sitting next to me telling me “I don’t want a boyfriend. Serbian guys are always trying to lock me down. I think I just want fun now, so I can be free to focus on my language study”.

Ker-ching! I’m ticking all the boxes quickly.

So I give her my speech about society being too restrictive for girls, and too many people watching, and how London is so great because it’s anonymous. And hey, this just occured to me, but isn’t it interesting that nobody even knows we met? It’s like everything we say and do is one big secret…… I make out with her within half an hour. She’s obviously horny and ready to go so after the first drink I’m thinking only about how to extract. She says her friends are having a party a ten minute’s walk away and why don’t we go there. I quickly future-project how that will go:

  • Loss of anonymity / Secret Society
  • Delay of at least an hour, probably three
  • Getting much further from my apartment
  • She has the frame
  • Surrounded by people I don’t know but she does

Fuck that. I have to make a call, try the best percentage play. She’s 100m from my house, horny, and in my frame. So I tell her “we can go there later, let’s hang out at my place for a drink first”. I finish off the rest of her beer and stand her up. She follows. Less than hour into the date I’m walking her home. I do move fast these days – too fast. I feel like the dates are just running down the clock waiting for extraction rather than an enjoyable experience to be lived and breathed in the moment.

She comes into my place without a quibble but once inside she gets a little nervous and starts babbling about the friend’s party. I show her out to the back garden and leave her staring at the stars while I have a piss. I let her relax for quarter of an hour and bring her inside onto the bed. At this point it’s looking good but I sense some awkwardness in her. We make out. I push her back onto the bed and then….. familiar LMR.

She clearly wants to fuck, but just won’t. Grrrrrrrr.

I try my usual things and before long I’m fingering her through the sides of her hot pants, two fingers rammed into her. She’s clutching my back, moaning, and shaking her head. “No, not tonight!” I keep it going, get my dick out, and I just know she’s at the edge of the cliff, about to take that final step off into the abyss.

About to put my dick into something just like this

About to put my dick into something just like this

And she suddenly pulls back. The shutters slam down and I know the lay is gone for tonight. We chat a bit and she wants to go for a walk. Ten minutes of that and I tell her to enjoy the party and let’s meet another day.

The next evening, on the same day I get my first notch (see previous diary entry), I’m back at my apartment with one of the students because he’s kept his luggage there before a late-night flight. My phone buzzes. It’s this girl again asking what I’m doing right now. Oh lord, will this be another of those magical two-girls-one-cup two-notches-one-day experiences? We swap a few texts and then she throws a big shit test: “Wouldn’t it be pointless meeting up for a drink, tomorrow night, if you want to get laid and I don’t?”

Damn, that’s a tough one!

I deal with it and she’s softening again. “I can’t be sure. I don’t know you…. Don’t forget we met just few days ago” Okay, she’s future-projecting her own ASD. I pour in the comfort and she agrees to meet the next evening – my last night in Belgrade. Great, I’ll get my second lay. It’ll be a can’t miss because she’s already externalised her LMR and let me dismiss it by text. Game on.

And then at 3pm on the day of glory…. “Niiiick :/ Something came up for tonight. I have to pick up my little brother from his grandma. There’s no one else to babisitt him. I’m sooorry :(

Fuck. Fortunately while this girl was relegated to long game, I’d still get a new notch that night. To be continued…..

Belgrade Diaries – 2015

July 23, 2015
krauserpua

I’m sitting in an air-conditioned cafe just up from Strahinjica Bana, to strip of cool bars and cafes known as “silicon valley” to the locals due to it’s disproportionate number of surgically enhanced females in expensive dresses and high heels. I’ve got a cheeseburger and coffee within comfortable reach and I’m reflecting on this, the last day of my ten-night trip.

Since June 2014 I’ve been really “in my head” about Belgrade. For the previous two years it had been my prime feeding ground, supplying me twelve supple young girls all but two of whom were very hot. I’d just finished four weeks in May 2014 and decided to extend my trip an extra two weeks. The logic was obvious – I’d just knobbed six girls and had another three regulars on the go from previous trips. My usually modest self (heh!) couldn’t help but crow about my own awesomeness. So, I called my landlord and turned four weeks into six.

It was a big mistake.

Those last two weeks were spent alone and quickly became Groundhog Day. I’d fallen out with Bodi about a week earlier and Tom had been and gone. So just me, staring at the same four walls every morning. Same cafe for breakfast, same walk through Studentski Square up to the same Knez Mihailova. Same familiar battle between the ego (“get more notches”) and the hindbrain (“who gives a fuck, you’ve had enough”). I had a few near misses but for final game results, the last two weeks were a bust.

I continued to fuck a rotation of five, as the others dropped off. But it wasn’t much fun anymore.

Just as generals are determined to fight the previous war, I went back in September for another month to see if I could recapture the magic. Same apartment, same cafes, same streets. Socially things went well this time – my old buddy Jabba was in town a while – plus a good guy we’d met in Budapest the month before. I also met an American dude in the gym and we got on well. No homo.

It was a disaster for girls. Almost all of my rotation collapsed. A couple had new boyfriends. A couple more were out of town all month. A couple more were just mysteriously uninterested. Try as I might I just couldn’t motivate myself to open. Every day I bumped into a girl I’d already dated or fucked. All the staff at the different restaurants recognised me. I realised I was feeling the “spotlight effect” – that awkward feeling of having a bullseye painted onto your back and everyone is watching your sets. Belgrade was no longer that place “over there” that I raid like a horny Viking. It was now “over here”, a place I knew well and it knew me. In the second week I got intense toothache and ended up having a difficult wisdom tooth extraction. Complications meant it wasn’t until February 2015 that I finally had my teeth sorted and the pain gone.

I did same-day-lay a virgin in one hour, but that was a glimpse of glory completely against the run of play. Kind of like Wigan’s cup-winning header in the last minute against Manchester City. The reality was my vibe and game were in the shitter every time I breathed Serbian air.

So I gave Belgrade a wide berth for months. In April 2015 I’d spent a week in in Zagreb with Tom and while perusing Skyscanner it became clear it was way cheaper and more convenient to return from there to Prague via Belgrade than anywhere else. So, feeling very very weird, I took the motorway bus from Zagreb to Belgrade and gave it two nights. Perhaps the six-month break had changed things?

Nope. I did one set – which turned into an idate – but most of the time I just sat in a cafe with a paperback novel, gazing into space wondering what had happened to my love affair for Belgrade. I got lucky when a cold lead from 2014 messaged me and came round for sex. So I got another notch I hadn’t really earned. Then back to Prague. Fast forward to June 2015 and I’m sitting in a Riga cafe with Eddie from Street Attraction. He tells me his team are doing a Yugoslav tour in July with a few students – much like Rock Solid Game had done in 2012. “I’m fucking sick of Serbia” I tell him, “and July is a bad time. It’ll be unbearably hot.”

No way I'll retain my high-status skin colour in this sun

No way I’ll retain my high-status skin colour in this sun

Nonetheless I think if I don’t join them on this trip it’s highly likely I won’t visit Belgrade at all. The last thing I want is to run through Groundhog Day again just to fuck yet more Serbs but….. damn they are rather hot and well – it won’t do any harm to get a few more hottie-notches, right? I doubt I’ll even straighten my head out enough to do the sets. [Note, I only had this inner game issue in Belgrade. My trips to other cities were more like the good old times]. Fuck it, I didn’t have anything else lined up for July. Even if I spend all month playing video games and reading detective novels that’s no different to what I’d do if I stayed in Newcastle. Might as well keep myself in the game. So I booked ten nights and told Eddie I was coming.

I declined my usual apartment, even though it’s got the world’s greatest logistics and is cheap as chips. No-More-Groundhog-Day.

I arrive on Monday afternoon and do a set on the way to my new apartment, just to break the duck. I lie down on the bed and fall asleep until 8pm. It’s unbelievably hot and humid. On Tuesday I try to start a number farm. My first nine sets are deplorable – we’re talking Berba/Cassell/RSD level. I feel weird and that unsettles the girls. On set ten I idate a stunner. It goes really well (She flakes). On my way home a local PUA recognises me and chats. A nice guy, but it’s not doing my Spotlight Effect any good.

I sit in the new Boutique cafe restaurant for a steak. It’s late in the day now so there’s a cool breeze and Knez Mihailova is filling up with locals doing their daily pilgramage to Kalemegdan fortress. Just as I stand up to get my wallet for the check, I happen to look out over the street…. and lock eyes with a blonde girl I’d deflowered in May 2014 who now hates me. She gives a shocked look, sniffs, and turns away. This fucking spotlight effect…..

A look-a-like

A look-a-like

Wednesay afternoon and Street Attraction roll into town – six of the fuckers including students. Their vibe is great and it’s immediately fun. We hang out a lot. I join in the opening and my vibe is as good as it’s ever been I take some numbers. I get recognised by another travelling PUA (an American) and bump into another girl I fucked last year. Thursday is my day of glory. Two German PUAs fly in to join the scrum so there are now ten active foreign PUAs infesting the small daygame area. It’s like a swarm of locusts (and I’m equally to blame). Somehow it doesn’t matter and I pull eight numbers from a procession of hotties and idate a stunner – 18yr old star ballerina. I’m feeling good again. Somewhere deep inside I feel the accumulated multi-year Belgrade weirdness crack, splinter and collapese. This town feels normal again. I’m so relieved!

Of course it isn’t normal – there are ten PUAs burning it – and I get a few girls eye roll me when I hit the “I just saw you and…” line. Word spreads that some local Asian chode had been running a bootcamp the week before [that must have been absolutely dreadful] and another more well-known outfit just did so too. Then we notice a group of Serbian PUAs doing daygame so bad even RSD cultists would feel embarrassed. They are  literally following girls down the street trying to high-five them. I watch seven sets and don’t see a single hook point before I turn my back in disgust.

We continue to open for the next few days. There’s the usual hits and misses but it’s pretty good. Then we all start to notice a tremendous flake problem, combined with an even worse “I have a boyfriend and I love him” problem. In my nine prior visits I’d never had so many promising leads amount to nothing and the Street Attraction guys were having the same issues. We realised Belgrade had finally been burned. Girls were asking “are you one of those guys who runs up and down Knez Mihailova trying to fuck girls?”

Um…. yes. I kind of wrote the book on it…..

So that’s how the first week in Belgrade looked. On the plus side I’d broken out of my one-year in-my-head Belgrade weirdness so I was now opening and getting lots of hot girls in my phone book, and on the negative the place was burned and I was suffering immense frustration from flakes. The low point was getting recognised yet again by yet another foreign PUA who then spent half an hour spinning tall stories that – had they been true – would make him the Usian Bolt of daygame.

And, fifty sets in, I still hadn’t been laid.

To be continued…..

What is a good vibe for daygame?

June 10, 2015
krauserpua

Since I got myself back into daygame in mid-March, my vibe has been volatile. Much more than usual. It’s triggered another round of introspection as I try to figure out a new level of optimisation. I realised I’d stopped having fun with it. I’d stripped my model down so far towards pure r-selection that I was now aggressively screening for Yes Girls ready to fuck quickly. With my narrow ping range, it’s a tough ask to find many of them. When I did, I could drag them through the model in a couple of hours but it was pretty far from optimal.

So, I’ve been trying to put more fun back into my street game. Here’s how that looks with two days in the baltics.

Decision-making when you’re getting good responses in-set

April 27, 2015
krauserpua

I’ve had quite a lot of questions about the infield video I put up a few days ago (see previous post). Mostly it was “what happened next?” and “why didn’t you idate?” Okay, there seems to be some misunderstanding – which isn’t helped by me not explaining the context or my thought process, so here goes……

Context: Tom Torero and I were shooting some infield videos for a beginners project we are announcing very soon. The trip to Prague was four days and purely to shoot the infields and some talking-to-camera footage. We’d try to get laid too, but that was secondary. We stayed together and had some approximate turn-taking with sets to ensure our cameraman recorded equal amounts of footage with both of us. I was going to mostly look for street stops and Tom was going to try shops, cafes etc. We’d decided to follow the model as explicitly as we could and avoid all the fancy permutations – so just as far as the number close.  Evidence: You’ll see this when the project is announced and then released. Just hold tight.

First Set: All four of the bonus infields were shot on the first day because I had caught a really good vibe and was getting strong responses. Evidence: I’m wearing exactly the same clothes in every set. My third set of the day (and first number close) was with the Russian dressed in black, at about 12 noon. It was super-on but she was leaving for Moscow early the next morning. I immediately thought “she’s on, but it has to be an SDL” and set that against “but I’m filming and this is only the first good set on tape”. So I decide to try a Same Day De-Lay, telling her I’ll meet her later in the afternoon. Evidence: The content of our conversation on the video (currently only available to Daygame Overkill customers). You’ll see how the text messages panned out that day.

Note same clothes in subsequent photos

Note same clothes in subsequent photos

Second Set: About half an hour later I meet the American model. She’s really keen but when I try to put the eyes on her she doesn’t quite take it. She’s into it but not smoldering with the same horny sexuality as the Russian. She also tells me she’s leaving town early the next morning and the logistics sound like I’ll never see her again because of her travelling (she’s going to London for a month and I don’t expect to be there at that time). So it’s either a low-probability SDL or a low-probability Long Game. Either way I’m not enthused. So I suggest a delayed i-date, thinking I’ll just ping her for the first half hour of the date to find out if she’s on. She agrees. Evidence: The content of our conversation on the video (currently only available to Daygame Overkill customers). As soon as I’m walking away I’ve got a simple decision of whether to prioritise the Russian or the American. The Russian seems far more “on” so I choose her. I decide to just use a holding pattern for the American in case the Russian flakes. I actually forget to do so.

It’s now lunchtime, so we want to eat. I ping the Russian and she’s keen. It confirms my prioritisation. Evidence: See screen shot below.

Feeler text and pings

Feeler text and pings

Third Set: I’ve been hogging the cameraman so I agree to let Tom have the priority for opening. As far as I’m concerned I’ve already got two quality infields and two likely dates that evening – time to rest on my laurels. We go to the mall to do a lap and then hit the food court. Just before Tom gets rolling I jump in ahead of him: I see the Czech girl in the shop and open. She’s really sexual and into it, making my spider-sense trigger. The problem is my own logistics – I want to get a few more infields in the bag while the weather is good, the cameraman is there, and I’m in good vibe. I also expect to have a high-probability SDL-date within a couple of hours. And we’re supposed to be eating lunch soon. So after pinging her sexually in-set and getting good responses I think “just take a number, she’s not leaving town like the others, so I can afford to deprioritise her”. Evidence: The infield video, available on YouTube here.

I hope you can understand that making these strategic decisions like this while in-set and also trying to run good game is not easy, to put it mildly. I ping her quite soon afterwards, to see if it’s a flakey number or real. She’s a bit slow responding and doesn’t pick up conversational thread after my reply. That puts her on the borderline for the SDL/not-SDL decision. If I’d had a free day I’d have suggested a date later that afternoon after her shopping, but as you can see I had bigger fish to catch. Evidence: See screenshot

Fast ping

Fast ping

Fourth Set: Tom does some sets and then we’re done for the day, so Tom, the cameraman and I decided to clock off and get a coffee in the Costa in the mall. Game is tiring enough but being on camera even more so for me. It’s like the difference between sparring in the gym and fighting in competition in front of a crowd. As we walked past the escalators by the Costa entrance a girl coming down flashed me a subtle IOI, so I decided to act on it. I was tired and she was in a hurry and didn’t speak English so it was a classic “just grind it out and collect the number” set. Evidence: The infield video on Daygame Overkill. This video is included in Overkill precisely because it’s an example of grinding it out with a girl who has no English and no time.

Now my mind turns entirely towards trying to close the Russian. I need to recover my energy to avoid state-crashing and I feel like I’ve achieved what I wanted with the filming. Evidence: see the messaging:

Agreeing the date

Agreeing the date

Meeting at her hotel is a strong sign

Meeting at her hotel is a strong sign

Having confirmed the Russian I decide to go all-in on it – she’s on, and we’re meeting in her hotel lobby – great signs. I’ll only message the American for a date if something goes wrong or I get the sense it’ll be a quick date (e.g. Russian claims fatigue or plays silly buggers) and I need to park the Russian on Long Game. I mostly forget about the Czech girl – I figure if I’m not pushing for the date that evening I might as well use that fact to do a roll-off, which will give her the impression I’m not too needy. Seven pm rolls around and I meet the Russian in her hotel lobby. It’s crammed with jabbering Italian high school kids and there’s no hotel bar. We walk off to a bar around the corner. My strategy is simple: Stay near her hotel, run a fast date model, get the kiss, walk her back and get into her room. Evidence: See screen-caps below

Meeting in the lobby

Meeting in the lobby

Walking off to first bar

Walking off to first bar

The date goes well, she says I’m “shameless” and a “bad boy”, and we make out a lot. She’s very very nervous about sex and tells me she just came out of a multi-year LTR and the night before I met her her boss and hit on her and tried provider game (she was on a business trip – snake seduction all the way from the boss). I try to walk her back to the hotel but she says “let’s walk some more” and after twenty minutes of that she wants me to take her back. I assume she’s decided to fuck but she gets wobbles in the lobby so I escalate her there. Then another walk, a hand job in an alleyway, and ultimately I just can’t break the LMR. She says she’s sleepy, needs to pack, got to get up early etc and excuses herself.

Finally at almost 9pm I accept defeat, after 90 minutes of an accelerated seduction attempt. This one is now going to Long Game. As I walk out of the hotel I ping the American just in case she’s up for it. It’s a long shot. Evidence: See screenshot.

Not happening tonight

Not happening tonight

So it’s not happening there. I consider that a dead lead but I suggest Facebook just in case she’s keener than I thought. I suppose I could’ve messaged the Czech but my heart wasn’t in the game – I was worn out from managing a full day of game adrenalin – and it’s a bit needy considering the momentum had stalled. Just get her on a date, I think.

Current Status: Both the Russian and Czech girl are in contact, the former more enthusiastically than the latter. It’s a case of keeping the Long Game alive until logistics clear. I consider the Russian a very strong lead and the Czech lukewarm, as you’d expect considering I solidified the former with a good date and the latter has only been messaging. Evidence: see dated screenshots below.

Recent pings

Recent pings

More of that exchange

More of that exchange

Light long game

Light long game

Just needs logistics to clear

Just needs logistics to clear

Conclusion: Once you are good at getting girls into you, much of Game becomes about decision-making: Which girls do you put your time into, and how fast do you take it. Often on a Euro-Jaunt you’re under time-pressure (or she’s a tourist and leaving soon) so you can’t neatly stack up dates. Instead you pick a number and push all your chips onto it then spin the wheel. This particular day in Prague I played the right percentage play on the Russian and the American and probably on the Czech too, but the roulette ball skipped around and fell on the wrong number.

How To Pick Up A Hot Girl In A Shop

April 21, 2015
krauserpua

The streets are your playground. Every day a swarm of hotties will put some nice clothes on, apply a dash of makeup, and totter out onto the pavement. Whether you encounter them on the street, the Metro platform, the mall or inside a shop it’s your job as a man to try it on and try to fuck them. The London Daygame Model was designed to make the process of seducing a woman as powerful as possible and to remove as many elements of chance as possible. It’s still bloody hard to pull of consistently, but it can be done. I’ve been doing it for five years now. As have my friends. At heart it’s straightforward:

Open -> Stack -> Vibing -> Investment (+spike) -> Close

But then again you could say football is simple too (Pass -> Move -> Trap -> Turn -> Shoot) and yet there’s a reason top players like Cristiano Ronaldo and Lionel Messi get paid so much money. Doing that consistently at a high level is damn hard. Messi doesn’t swagger around telling people “fuck all that theory, just shoot” – he works hard in training, does his drills, studies the match footage, and learns his coach’s tactics. Then when he’s out on the pitch he makes it look simple. It isn’t, it just looks that way when done well.

So, with that preamble, let’s watch an infield of mine from last month. See if you can spot the model in action.

My Daygame Overkill in-field instructional product has FOURTEEN such in-fields, showing a wide range of technical applications to deal with a wide range of girl’s responses. I spend two hours explaining the elite-level mindsets and techniques, and then another three hours going through the in-fields in painstaking detail so you can see everything that’s happening. You’ll never look at daygame the same way again.

To see what real high-level seduction looks like – in real time – check out Daygame Overkill by clicking this link.

Daygame Overkill – The Money Shot

April 19, 2015
krauserpua

Never let it be said that Scrooge McKrauser doesn’t occasionally give out a freebie that could easily be monetized. Not content with giving away 689 posts on this blog, a series of half-hour podcasts on top-level Game musings, or a forthcoming secret project that will blow the bloody doors off……. as if that’s not enough, here’s another freebie.

Overkill Portal

I’ve added four brand new in-fields to Daygame Overkill.

These were shot in HD, with solid camera work, while I was in Prague in March this year. I’ve collected them together in the Overkill portal under the tab “Money Shot”. They are available to existing and new customers alike. Absolutely free. No catch.

Bonus 1 - How to pick up a girl in a shop

Bonus 1 – How to pick up a girl in a shop

Bonus 2 - I almost SDL a Russian tourist

Bonus 2 – I almost SDL a Russian tourist

Bonus 3 - How to pick up an American catwalk model

Bonus 3 – How to pick up an American catwalk model

Bonus 4 - Quickie number close of shop girl on break

Bonus 4 – Quickie number close of shop girl on break

Let me know what you think of them.

Daygame Overkill can be purchased for immediate access here.

Street stop infield: Subtle r-selection in action

June 19, 2014
krauserpua

Good daygame is not about bells and whistles, salsa spins and silly pranks. That’s just feeding the YouTube clowns who watch a fuckwit / charlatan and don’t even know what they are seeing. Good daygame is not about standing still and making inane chit chat either, unless you’re top 5% in looks and happy getting girls below you in SMV.

If you want girls younger-hotter-tighter you have to lead the chat, demonstrate value, move her through the stages and do it all without appearing to be performing. It’s tough.

My recent efforts have been to subtley embed the lessons of lover/provider (or r/K selection) into the mechanics of an infield stop. I’m making a discreet and well-calibrated sexual proposition to the girl in the hope she’s step out for some adventure sex. Everything about me has to project the same signal: Adventure Sex Guy. So I need to align:

  • fashion
  • body language
  • vibe
  • verbal content
  • decision making

Thus I have a bad boy style with rings, chains and biker boots. I stand confident and cocky while my eyes shine and my mouth smirks. I’m sexually intense and unapologetic in expressing it. I turn the conversation sexual with innuendo, teasing and leading. And I make decisions that lead to fast sex not dating (hopefully!).

I haven’t recorded much in Belgrade because it takes me out of the moment. I think the few legit daygamers have already put enough good infields up on YouTube already. But here’s one from a couple of days ago. I’ve added captions to explain some of what I’m doing.

The main things to take from this audio are:

  • The r-selection gets tested when she mentions her boyfriend. Watch how I deal with it.
  • Try to spot all the subtle fractionation in matched pairs of push/pull, sexually on/off, talking/listening, stupid/smart etc.

Haven’t fucked her yet. Still swapping texts to see if I can take her at the flood.

To learn this style of daygame, check out my books Daygame Nitro (intermediate) and Daygame Mastery (advanced)

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