Daygame’s Urban Jungle

August 29, 2014
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While I busy myself putting the final spit and polish on the new Sigma Wolf blockbuster 400+ page textbook, I thought it prudent to start cranking up the pre-release hype machine for your viewing pleasure. Here I am sitting out in a fine Central European capital sipping lemonade by the river and expounding on some mental masturbation profound meta-theoretical issues.  The topic for today is how your meta-level concept for how society works will either help or hinder your ability to sniff out opportunities to score women.

Thank God I got the book done, because I’ve just bought Dark Souls 2 so that’s the next three weeks of my life booked up.

I love Lucy – photo ping edition

August 23, 2014
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Regular readers are well aware of this simple principle: Frame women in mildly unfavourable terms that exaggerate commonly-held stereotypes. That means accuse them of vanity, ditziness, obsessions with shoes or boys, and scratching the eyes out of rivals. Throw out the accusation and wait for her to experience the thrill of mild indignation. The same readers are also well aware of this simple texting technique: Send women amusing photos as a re-open, then roll off and wait for her to chat about it.

So, could we….. perhaps….. mix the principle and the technique? What would that look like? Well, aren’t we lucky that for several seasons American television ran a popular comedy show precisely about a silly-but-adorable young woman who needed to be rescued from her own vanity and ditziness. Thank you I Love Lucy. So, here are a few photo pings to throw into your next fortnight of Facebook chats as you frame the lovely girl of your dreams, setting up a running joke that ends with her in your bed.

There are a bunch of these subtitled gifs on Google Images. I won’t upload them all, due to them slowing down my site.

Is he saying what I think she saying

you cannot budget your time

Rejection and your personal ping range

August 21, 2014
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It’s time to begin teasing the new book from Sigma Wolf, purveyors of fine Game literature. Here is a video explaining how each of you has a “ping range”, a bandwidth within which flipped stones turn up Yes Girls. This is the range within which you can force IOIs and get fast strong attraction. Each man’s is different. The London Daygame Model is designed for normal men with normal ping ranges but has the flexibility to accommodate all ranges.

I’ve noticed I talk much faster when loaded up on coffee. Interesting.

5 mindsets that show you don’t “get it” (Secret Society)

August 13, 2014
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Since I made the conscious move towards presenting myself purely as the r-selected male, I realised that many ideas that used to trouble me just slipped away into the category of “meh!” So much seduction community advice is unwittingly targeted towards k-selected chumps and thus will create cognitive dissonance (and mixed signals) for the man walking our path. As a self-diagnostic tool here are some giveaways that show you haven’t yet made the leap. If these describe you, you’ve got inner game work to do.

  1. Men give love for sex. Women give sex for love. This is a standard sexual relationships trope that is completely wrong. Women have two types of sex – transactional and validational. They are either fucking you to get something (k-selection) or because they actually enjoy it (r-selection). So this trope is basically a condensed aphorism of the k-selected male’s mindset. He thinks he has to trade something other than his own sexual value in order to fuck the woman. Once you believe deep down women are fucking you for the sheer pleasure of it, you’re “getting it”. And if you’re not sure, watch what happens when you try to come on her face. If she dodges it, she has you in the “doesn’t get it” box.
  2. You get angry that women cheat. This just means you are the guy they cheat on rather than the guy they cheat with. The k-selected guy is pumping his time, effort, provisioning and protection into the relationship in order to build a comfortable nest for his mate. Therefore any time she flies the nest, such as a foreign holiday with her girlfriends, he is instinctively frightened. Whether his ego will recognise it or not, his gut feel knows she’s likely to cheat. The r-selected male absolutely loves the fact women cheat because that’s the narrow window of opportunity that gives him so much sexual gratification. He’s happy to send her back afterwards to another guy’s nest. If hearing “I have a boyfriend” cause your hear to sink, you’re k-selected. If you think “great, she’ll fuck much faster”, you’re r-selected.
  3. You divide women into Good Girls and Bad Girls. When I see a girl slink past showing a navel piercing, dyed black hair and a bitchy expression I don’t think “slut”. I don’t rule her out or demote her because I’m not interested in a relationship anyway. I look at the sexual vibe oozing out of her and think “she’s up for it”. Likewise when I see a slightly stiff modestly-dressed girl glide past carrying a library book I don’t assume she needs several dates of wining and dining. She’s just as horny and just as up for it fast, if I do things right. So if you find yourself ruling out “sluts” (mainly because their awareness of their own sexual power scares you) and thinking Good Girls are going to be harder to fuck, you’re still k-selected.
  4. You believe in God. I see this all the time in the manosphere, especially in the US. Men will recognise the intellectual fact that women have a dual mating strategy and then write reams of self-righteous vitriol about how these women are in rebellion against God and thus tearing down civilisation. Now, I’m not saying this is incorrect. The problem is faith is a monumental cockblock in seduction for the same reason it is a barrier to technological and societal advancement – you are hamstringing yourself to an ancient code of conduct that may (or may not) be relevant in the here and now. Just as Muslims will never create advanced productive societies for as long as they base their social organisation on a 7th century system (e.g. forbidding charging of interest and thus mispricing the time value of money), religious Christians will never truly let themselves jump into the Secret Society whether it be due to a genuine moral opposition, or just a trumped-up rationalisation to weasel out of actually doing the hard work to get good at women. So, if you’re joining that tedious status-jockeying comment competition on Christian blogs over who is the most alpha head of household for his fat housefrau and insufferable children, you’re k-selected.
  5. You argue with feminists. The key goal of feminism is to remove all limits to women optimising their hypergamy. The march of time has gradually constrained k-selected male’s sexual options while freeing the women to alpha-chase (r-selection). Being angry about this is a giveaway that you identify with Team K-Selection. Just like the previous point I’m not saying the “angry at feminists” thesis is factually incorrect – it’s the fact you’re angry about it (rather than emotionally detached) that gives you away. It means you’re hankering for the white picket fence / pillar of the community 1950s American Dream where you work hard then come home to a hot dinner cooked by your loving wife. Feminists are fucking with that, so you fear an r-selected world both from personal preference (civilisation is, after all, rather pleasant) and an instinctive recognition that you can’t get laid without the beta support structure.
Does this sadden you?

Does this sadden you?

To boil this all down to a simple heuristic, just look deep into yourself. Identify the emotion you feel when considering successful players, loudmouth feminists, and general civilisational decline:

Anger and a personalised sense of loss = you’re k-selected

Indifference and a personalised sense of opportunism = you’re r-selected

Teasing girls on Facebook

August 4, 2014
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Girls love defiant men. Once you’ve hooked her attention and triggered her interest in you, it’s time to ease off a little and make her do some work. This is the delicate balance of push-pull that denotes Universal Fractionation. Sometimes you’ll do it at the micro-level (e.g. letting your eyes wander a little during a conversation) while others it’s macro (e.g. not reading her FB messages for a week). It can’t be reliably prescribed because each situation is different and requires you to calibrate to the girl and to the moment.

So here’s an example of a girl I made out with in Serbia but couldn’t progress to getting her home. She’s hooked strong and we already did a late-night sex chat when she was drunk (and willing to send dirty photos). It’s in the bag for next time I see her, barring calamity. Nonetheless she keeps messaging me so I have to make sure I don’t overinvest nor let her wriggle off the hook through inattention. The fishing line must always be at optimum tension.

Sounds like the right time for teasing.

Stupid FB chat 1

Stupid FB chat 2

Readers of Daygame Mastery‘s text game section will recognise this as an example of Parody Brute, playfully agree/amplifying macho stereotypes to give the girl that warm thrill of indignation. Once she was chomping on the bit and squealing for a sex chat I transitioned with “what are you wearing?” and away we went….

Prague Closure

August 1, 2014
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I’ve been writing a lot this year. Not much has appeared on the blog but you can be sure I’ve been beavering away even more productively than prior years. Announcements will follow in due course, so here’s a little teaser:

By the end of summer, I will have published half a million words of pick-up advice in 2014 alone.

Mastery and Nitro are already out this year which combine to 225k, then my next two major releases will push it over the 500k mark. That’s why the blog has been going slow.

Right now I’m sitting in Starbucks in Prague thinking how best to summarise my past month and what I’ve learned. I think the key themes have been game-life balance and closure. I’d run amok in Russia and Serbia, racking up twelve notches in eight weeks with a very good younger-hotter-tighter composite. That proved to me that it’s all out there if I want it, and that the only limit is my own desire to crank the handle. So the first week in Prague felt weird. I had a Russian girl visiting and I just didn’t feel the pull of the street. It was odd. My forebrain wanted more notches but my hindbrain was tapped out. No sexual intent whatsoever.

sausage_machineV2

So I decided to focus on my life stuff and just do one short number farm. The results are:

  • Fifty cold approaches over a five day period, all day game.
  • Three new lays – a 19yr old, 23yr old, and 24yr old.
  • Two new flags – Slovakia and Ukraine.
  • Two near misses. One girl was on my bed and the other wanked me off in a park. Both are on for a repeat visit.
  • I also had two rotation girls visit me for a few days each.

As recently as a year ago those would be phenomenal results for such a tiny outlay of effort. After the gluttony of Russian and Serbia it’s merely acceptable. How about non-game? I read four books. Three quick genre fiction paperbacks from favourite authors and one meglomania-inducing classic. Feels great to read a 800-page beast. I’m now going to have to read the rest of James Clavell’s Asian Saga.

Anabolism, yesterday

Anabolism, yesterday

I moved my new books considerably along the pipeline. The next big product is currently in final editing, perhaps a month from release. Right behind it is a 120k-word book also in final editing. Additionally I pulled the trigger to begin a new 120k book and started assembling the first draft of what I hope will be the best book of all (under wraps for now). So, the projects are ticking along.

What else? I strongly believe in enjoying leisure time. Not every moment has to be productive. That’s a trap for self-development junkies – too busy building themselves and not busy enough enjoying life. The goal is never to be awesome. It’s to be happy. Awesomeness helps but is subservient to happiness. Some of my most pleasurable Now moments are playing video games and watching TV. In this month:

  • Completed campaign modes of Call of Duty Ghosts, Battlefield 4 and Metro Last Light
  • Watched entirety of Sons Of Anarchy seasons five and six.

I think I’ve probably found a nice game-life balance there. Three notches a month, occasional rotation-girl visits, tinker on the books, and play a shed-load of video games.

Nomadic Daygaming

July 30, 2014
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Every aspiring daygamer learns a lot about scarcity and abundance as his journey progresses. In the beginning he feels a simple scarcity – “not fucking any hot birds right now” – and a simple abundance – “I’m learning how to drum up new leads”. Join these contrasting feelings and you explain fifty percent of a noob’s internal dialogue (approach anxiety is the other half). Over time the scarity/abundance balance shifts as both your expectations and successes rise. Now the scarcity is complex – “I’m not fucking as many hot birds as other daygamers” – and the abundance is too – “I’ll never lose the ability to generate new leads”.

That first smell of daygame pussy

That first smell of daygame pussy

This leads to a situation I called concealed scarcity (in Mastery), or Daygamer Guilt. You become so used to opening, so keen to accumulate notches at an every-faster rate, and so into the identity of being a player that you feel bad every time you don’t open. The emotional rollercoaster continues with it’s ups and downs. Just recently I’ve realised there’s an additional temporal layer to scarcity/abundance, as I’ve gone through three stages.

  1. London is a steady evergreen daygame city where you are guaranteed to find some solo 7s, any day of the year, if you walk along Oxford Street long enough. The problem comes in filtering all the pointless sets and the sheer grind of getting the girl through the model. Logistics are bad, there are many distractions, and girls are very flakey. The scarcity comes from how hard you have to work for each lay, and the abundance lies in knowing it’s always there if you’ll just do the work.
  2. Euro-jaunts add a time constraint. You’ll have your normal job-house-friends in the hometown and then pick a one/two week window to travel. The streets are awash with talent and the holiday vibe jacks your state. The abundance is obvious – hordes of hot girls – but the scarcity is bad too because they are harder to move from kiss to lay and everything has to happen in a hurry. Because before long Ryanair will rudely deposit you back in Shitsville.
  3. Nomad-living takes the best of both worlds. Once you’re roving Europe on month-long+ trips you get all the abundance of the Euro-jaunt and none of the time pressure. You’d think it’s the solution….. but no.

I’ve just complete three consecutive trips – a month in Russia, Serbia, Czech each – with short trips home in between. It’s been a lot of fun and has triggered a new series of inner game challenges. The main one is this:

Having spent the past five years in stages 1 and 2, I’ve trained myself to work hard, grind it out, and push fast. This is simply unnecessary for stage 3.

For three months my eyes have been roving constantly, my circuits fried by the sheer volume of hot girls walking past every minute of every day and knowing I just have to crank the handle to get the lays. The Great Daygame Sausage Machine will always provide so long as I put some elbow grease into cranking the handle and pouring in the slop. Currently it seems to function at 1 lay per 20 cold approaches.

Lately I’ve had to ask myself how many notches do I really want, and how hard am I going to work for it? Knowing that the lays are always out there, with a close to statistical certainty, I need to integrate it into my life pattern alongside everything else. The whispers of relentless notch-count hyena are still there but substantially reduced since I hit triple figure notches. I’m now mostly suffering from Pavlovian responses – I’ll be buried in reading a book when my RAS triggers to a denium shorts-clad ass walkng past and then my attention span is ruined.

Good luck maintaining focus

Good luck maintaining focus

So that was the plan for the month I’ve just completed in Prague: settle in an find a comfortable balance between chasing girls and feeling comfortable doing all those other things in life. A hard number-farm (and subsequent dates) is like a full-time job. It completely depletes you of energy for everything else, hollowing you out over time. Now that I’m spending more time in pussy paradise than outside of it, I have to manage that risk.

Learn how to daygame effectively by reading Daygame Nitro, available here.

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