You can’t compete with the London Eye

February 1, 2014

A month ago I’m out doing Sunday daygame with Bodi. We’ve both been in hibernation and not pushing it hard. London has been hit with excessive rain and flooding lately and the cold weather has been just slightly past the point where daygame is fun. So I’ve been catching up on my PS3 gaming and finalising my book.

It’s nice to keep my hand in, so I went out for a weekend and rustled up some new leads. Most of the time I was hanging onto one of Tom’s bootcamps just for the entertainment of it. I felt like I ought to see some beginners to remind myself what it’s like and get a bit of empathy for when I start marketing my book. I got a few sets in.

First was a gorgeous Siberian girl. Fresh off the boat, in London for three weeks and really into me. We text for about a week and she always has another plan. Madame Tussauds, Bath, Lion King and the London Eye. Momentum dies and we never have the first date.

That same day I’m walking past the Apple store on Regent Street when I see a squirrely tourist amble past with the rucksack-jeans-converse combo of vulnerability. She hooks strong, telling me she’s from Argentina and here for three weeks doing an art internship. She’s super-keen and does come out for the first date. As I push her into the taxi she tells me “I can’t have sex. I’m on my period. I don’t want you to be disappointed”. So I extract anyway, get the blowjob and four days later take her virginity.

At 5pm Bodi has a date with some Austrian girl who insists on bringing a Brazilian friend from her English school. Bodi asks me to take one for the team so I join him. Brazilian is ok, a bubbly high six but she has a shitty feminist-lite attitude, quite common in Brazilian girls. Bodi leads us all to a tea shop and works the set. Unfortunately he’s wigged out and I’m inadvertantly value-tapping him because he talks too much and my attempts to be silent to let him lead just end up positioning me as the cool aloof guy.

The Austrian really fancies me. She’s giving me the eye spazz and probably wants fucking. By the end of the tea the Brazilian has gone from giggly and excited to bored and cock-blocking, dragging the Austrian off to a dinner party. Stupid bitch. As we say goodbye Austrian gives me a long sexual look. Fuck.

So Bodi and I hit a Sam Smith’s pub for a half and a debrief. It’s quite easy to pick out the areas for improvement so Bodi leaves in higher spirits. We are crossing Regent Street when I just happen to see a DNA-tug girl ambling along by herself. It’s 7pm and quite dark, a sexual time of the evening. I instinctively open.

Almost identical body

Almost identical body

“You’re Brazilian”

That’s it. I’m encroaching her distance, she’s eye spazzing and giggling. This girl is a stunner. I later find out she’s a TV news girl. 23 year old SMV-prime. She arrived a few days earlier and is studying English three weeks. I walk her off on an idate, seeing Bodi shuffle off tail between his legs.

The idate goes well. All the usual stuff. We actually go back to the same table at the same pub I was in with Bodi. The glass collector hasn’t been so our empty glasses are still there. That’s how quickly things can change direction in daygame. I run all the usual Venue One material then walk her to the next door blues bar to escalate. We’re standing watching the live music and the vibe is great – she’s completely in the Love Bubble. All the kino hits and she’s letting me move her around but she won’t put herself into a kissable position. Verbal is going great and we are soon talking about sexual histories and fantasies. Two hours have passed and I walk her to a dark secluded Spanish bar. She refused the kiss and I let her go.

Five days pass. She’s at Madame Tussauds, Bath, Lion King and London Eye. Finally I get the Day 2. It’s similar stuff. An English pub where we get the sexual tension going and then a dark wine bar where she’s clearly ready to kiss and puts herself into position. So I take it. The vibe gets increasingly hot and sexual. She’s really into it. So I pull the trigger.

Outside Liberty department store a taxi comes and I push her in. At first she’s up for it but as we pull away the jitters hit and I can feel it coming unstuck. We get back out the cab at Marble Arch on her insistence. I figure I can pull her into another bar to rebuild momentum but everywhere is shut. Fuck. She uses that opportunity to derail the train and insist on getting the tube home. I push her up against a shop window and choke her, kiss her, pull her hair. Then I have to let her go.

You'd think it was on

You’d think it was on

Another five days pass. She’s at another round of tourist sites then tells me she wants to see Greenwich. We have a delightful daytrip on the Clipper boat, the museum, the observatory and then walk through the tunnel under the river. She’s all over me again but just won’t extract. On the Central Line back into town we’re standing in the vestibule with me locked in against the glass partition and her doing the full-body press against me. And she insists on going back home alone.

That’s the last I see her. More tourist sites, more bitching about the rain and staying home then she flies back to Brazil. I mention my frustration to Tom. This is a solid nine in the prime of her SMV, famous on TV in her region. Exactly me type. She fancies the fuck out of me. And yet she just doesn’t want to fuck.

“You can’t compete with the London Eye, mate. Tourists are all the same. The whole city is shiny for them. It can be a nightmare getting them out.”

Book Launch

January 25, 2014

It will be held Sunday 26th at 7pm at the Henry Holland pub on Duke Street (next to Selfridges). The guest list is already full and if you haven’t already received an email from me, it means you’re not on the guest list. Thus you are not guaranteed a place. You are welcome to turn up and if we can squeeze you in, we will. It really depends how the room fills up.

So, guest list guys get in first (7pm) and then from 7:15pm if there’s any space left, late-deciders can come in until the room is full. Sorry, these things aren’t easy to predict attendance.

Daygame voyeurs are not welcome. Don’t bother coming unless you’ve done at least 100 sets.

Tom Torero Guest Post – Male Sexual Market Value

January 23, 2014

Over a pint or two at the local pub, Krauser and I sketched out ideas for the components of Male Sexual Market Value (M-SMV) and how different types of Game (“Value Delivery Mechanisms”) make use of the different components.

I wanted to explore the concept of M-SMV components and delivery for a long time, as from my daygame coaching over the last four years it became clear that men were blissfully unaware of their SMV, how to maximise it and how to convey it in the most efficient manner. The endless debates about topics like “Do Looks Matter?” or “Daygame vs Night Game” reveal that men don’t understand the market in which they’re attempting to sell, or even what they’re meant to be selling and for what price.

I made a video explaining the different parts to this infographic, but the main point I wanted guys to take away from it was that we have the ability to change our M-SMV. A girl’s SMV is simply based on her age and looks, whereas we’ve got a whole host of components that we can display using different mechanisms.

If you want to make immediate improvements to your M-SMV, start with the Learned components and begin cold approaching (day or night) as an instant way to display that value. Focus on the “Male Polarity” elements to start with:

  • Lose weight and hit the gym
  • Revamp your wardrobe and get a masculine style (fitted, layered, dark colours)
  • Sort out your grooming (skin, hair, nails, breath, smell)
  • Work on your posture. Stop leaning in.
  • Talk slowly, deeply and powerfully
  • Hold solid eye contact
  • Smile with your eyes, not just your mouth

Improving these things but not cold approaching is like working on shooting an amazing film but then not showing it to anyone. Screening your movie (i.e. cold approaching) is key. For me the easiest, most efficient form of cold approach is direct daygame, where I polarise my viewers (girls) into “Yes,” “No,” or “Maybe” without using money, status or just looks.


We’re lucky in that our M-SMV can be worked on and projected over a longer time frame. It’s in our hands to build it and sell it in a myriad of ways. In our M-SMV movie we’re not only the lead role, director and producer, but we’re the marketing and sales team involved in its release.

Solo Celibacy Clubs

January 20, 2014

Here’s part two of Bodi’s guest post. Part One is here……

I know a girl called Maritsa. She comes from a small, traditional Slovenian countryside town. All of her family are parochial: she’s the only one to have left and gone to University. Her sister and brother married young and have families. Her twenties were spent pursuing a nebulous “management” career as a means of fulfillment. The bullshit ERASMUS scheme found her travelling abroad and “working” in a manner of speaking in various roles, none of which anybody could quite understand doing what.

Around age 27 she moved to Bratislava and started dating a guy five years older than herself, actually from her hometown, who was a successful investment banker. Three years later they split up. He was a hometown boy and wanted a submissive, domestic wife. She put herself first and considered the maintenance of her emotional state, rather than his, to be the purpose of the relationship.

Now how did Maritsa respond? Let’s say we were Martisa’s wise, elder, red-pill brother and we didn’t care about her wounded pride. What might we counsel?

I would tell her that she has right royally fucked up. I’d tell her that from now on every second counts and she has precious few remaining years of any worthwhile SMV left (and that’s being kind). I’d impose a systematic campaign to find her a husband, doing two dates a week from online dating and MTLRing higher-beta guys who don’t quite realise their potential.

But what did Maritsa do? First off she decided that her job was her problem and did not quite give her “the satisfaction she deserved”. She quit and threw herself into starting up her own business. Almost immediately she was working eighty hour weeks. And her business? An online community based around encouraging women to start up their own businesses! All of her colleagues were post-middle aged hardened career women and all of her customers were lonely single women.

Given nobody can ever go bust pandering to women’s solipsism the business started to do well and soon Maritsa was constantly travelling round Europe. She’d often drop in on friends, usually couples, but be off out at the crack of dawn for a day of “Feminine Yoga”, or she’d spend all evening in Starbucks online, writing training courses telling women how to harness their Special Inbuilt Female Magic Powers to be successful in business. Speaking from her own huge personal experience of generating value that is…

Maritsa has no time in her life for anything but her work.

Maritsa is now thirty two.

Half as a favour to friends, half to try and bag an easy notch, I had a drinks date with Maritsa six months ago. She alienated me within half an hour by spouting world-destroying communist illogical poison then proceeded to patronize me as if I was the one with an IQ thirty points beneath my date, not the other way round. I was goulishly fascinated by her life choices and, slightly cruelly, asked her where she saw herself age 35. Her face took a disturbing, waxy hue and her eyes glazed over as if she was in a religious fervour and she told me she will be happily married, have three children and a husband.

I think Maritsa should learn to count backwards.

Maritsa and I have a set of friends in common: a now married couple. The wife in this couple, now that she has won and has a ring on her finger, has dropped her career like a hot potato, retrained as a Pilates teacher and become brutally Red Pill regarding women, careers and spinsterhood. I tactfully broached the subject of Maritsa and she immediately said:

“Her work is a substitute for something else. Her life is empty. She is scared”.

Impressive insight and honesty. However we all know Maritsa’s dreams are over. She just doesn’t know it yet. She is the victim of her own avoidance and denial. She is the victim of her own little Celibacy Club of one, her ‘Solo Celibacy Club’ and the man she cheated out of a loving wife and the spectres of her children that will never be hate her; hate every, egotistical and moronic pore of her body.

Yes, believe it or not there is a form of Solo Celibacy Club and this is in fact extremely common. Whereas a classic Celibacy Club is where a group of women paying the admission price of their own celibacy in exchange for the celibacy of the other members, the Solo Celibacy Club is where a woman creates a scaffold of denial and avoidance around herself to prevent her having to face up to her main problem, her singleness, and to distract her from her main mission: to get fucked by a high value man (and hopefully retain him).

She isn’t alone: this phenomena is very common when you know how to spot it. Only yesterday I was talking to Tom Torero and he was puzzled that a lot of the girls he almost but never ends up fucking share similar characteristics: they have something kooky about them, they seem distracted and have weird, unusual hobbies. These are celibacy clubs!

“Help me Bodi! I’m a woman who is single and it makes me feel scared and bad. How can I live in avoidance and sabotage my own happiness? How can I form my own ‘Solo Celibacy Club’?

Well my dear you have come to the right person. I would be delighted to help. I will now take you through a quick course and we will have your temple of avoidance built in not time at all. Now my girl, have you ever seen a movie called The Prestige? The central theme of the movie will be used as a metaphor and structure for my patented Celibacy Clubs Training Course ©. I quote:

“Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called “The Pledge”. The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course… it probably isn’t. The second act is called “The Turn”. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you’re looking for the secret… but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn’t clap yet. Because making something disappear isn’t enough; you have to bring it back. That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call “The Prestige”.”

 The Pledge: The Foundations

Let me take a girl, an ordinary girl. Now let us examine this girl and be sure we have the correct foundations:

1) Upbringing - You were indulged a little and made to feel special. Any remote artistic output was pounced upon and your parents announced you were ‘different’. Strong male influence was very much lacking, and if it was there it was from your hopelessly fem-pedestalizing blue-pill dad, a perfectly nice guy from the pre-feminist era. You were never, EVER told that you had to get married and breed. Your parents raised you without any of the social conditioning they themselves were raised with.

2) Femininity - You were never trained to be feminine. You never learned how to appreciate masculinity. Because you can’t understand maleness you do not yearn for it.

3) Culture - You don’t get many Russian girls in celibacy clubs. Membership is primarily open to girls from the feminist Anglosphere, although we reserve special places for insane Japanese girls.

4) Stupidity - You’re an idiot with piss poor future projection.

5) Egotism - Just like our friends the Gammas, underneath it all you will be dripping with ego.

Every magic trick....

Every magic trick….

The Turn: The Mindset

You have seen the girl, ladies and gentlemen…. let me now make her disappear!

Poof! A simple mental reframe and she is gone. Let me teach you how. Let’s begin. Just tap into that inner egotism… good… now start to regard yourself as special. Simply side step the evidence of the world and from now on you will believe that you are:

  • Special
  • Unique
  • Very feminine
  • Very sensitive
  • A free spirit
  • Romantic

 None of this requires any work or evidence; you’re a woman: just believe it!

Now we have your mindsets in place you will now mythologise yourself. You will believe that you are not just single as a circumstance, oh no! you are single as an identity. Your identity is now built around your circumstance. Excellent.

You have your mindsets, so let’s define your behaviour. Most importantly you will make zero effort to put yourself in any situation to meet men. Your entire life will be a dark reality weave to deny there is an ‘issue’ and any situation which could challenge this causes a dangerous ego threat and is therefore avoided. If you do end up in a situation involving potential dick, you must deliberately take actions to scupper your chances of meeting men, as a way to prove to the universe that she you do not need to work for it. Remember: admitting there is a problem will cause ego death.

And what does proving that you don’t need to work for it show? It shows that you have unlimited time and unlimited option: the sweet dream of female avoidance!

The Prestige: the window-dressing

Now you are almost ready my precious. But being just a plain, ordinary, avoidant girl is not enough for our audience. We need to dress things up a little! Let’s disguise the situation with some frills and fluff.

For a start change your fashion. Pick something you think is individualistic or anachronistic and make this your thing. Perhaps pick something a little bit girly or out of place, for example you could have a small teddy on your key ring, or have a slightly cutesy rucksack. Perhaps you’ll start wearing crocheted cardigans, or dress in a fashionable French avant-garde style but always wear purple doctor martens. Or perhaps you’ll wear deliberately childish hats or mittens.

Next we need some unusual hobbies or interests. Don’t make the mistake of adopting ones that can bring you into contact with other people: girls may poke and prod your avoidance bubble and men, well of course men are to be avoided. So we need a solo hobby, and let’s pick one that lets you, despite your pedestrian IQ and total lack of creativity, feed The Prestige and allows you to feel special and unique. Here are some suggestions:

  • Photography
  • Reading classic literature
  • Going to exhibitions and museums
  • Relentless solo travel
  • Unusual tastes in music
  • Charity work
  • “Music”

And we’re done! I hope you enjoyed the trick. See you when you’re 35 and on Guardian Soulmates.

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 Testing for membership

There’s a simple test to see if a girl is in a Solo Celibacy Club: how many of her activities put her in contact with potential males? Usually the answer is zero. Solo Celibacy Clubs are on the rise and personally I keep encountering them everywhere. I know of at least four examples from as many years just amongst my own social circle.

Here’s one of the more interesting ones: my friend Hu. Now a 31 year old Chinese girl she was born gorgeous with full lips, lustrous hair, shapely body and massive, round tits.

Bodyfat a few percent higher and tits way, way bigger

Bodyfat a few percent higher and tits way, way bigger

 Like a lot of modern Chinese girls she was raised as a faux-man: pushed academically and expected to achieve and oh yes all that other woman stuff will somehow fall into place. Her mother and grandmother had been raised by the guiding hand of heavy social pressure and male influence yet they raised her without any of this, expecting her to turn out a well balanced, smart young girl. They never really thought about the issue to be honest. The end result was she turned out a confused girl. By and large sweet and pleasant but desperately confused and dysfunctional about men. She has no value system by which to judge them so flails around and uses the only one she sees around her: who is hot and who is cool. Her twenties were spent with one serious relationship with a Western gamma that caught her using his intricate gamma asian ecosystem plan and then long periods of celibacy where she occasionally “dated” a “cool guy”, such as a French jazz musician or an American bmx rider. It takes little imagination to see that on her side it was dating, on his side she was part of his pump n’dump harem.

I visited China for a friends wedding and ran into her. By this point she’d quit her job and taken a consultancy position where she could work from home. Ontop of this she’d decided she wanted to opt for the quiet life and had moved out of the city into a small, picturesque town nearby. She moved in a gay flatmate and together they fill their week with manicures, mountain biking, scenic walks and watching voluminous soap opera box sets.

At my friends wedding she talked with no sense of cause and effect (nor the ability to count backwards) about how she envisaged her own wedding day. This from a girl who’d been single for over three years and hadn’t had sex in over two years. Hu…. dear Hu…. there isn’t going to be a wedding. It’s game over. You’re in a carefully constructed avoidance reality and that’s where you will stay.

“Bodi! But how do I know if I’m in a celibacy club?” (asks a female reader)

There’s a simple set of questions you can answer. Let me fill them in for my friend Hu to show you:

  1. How long was it since your last serious boyfriend? (saw him more than once a week for over three months)
  2. How long has it been since you last had a penis in your vagina?
  3. How many dates have you been on in the last year?
  4. On an average week how many hours do you spend in the company of eligible men (doing group activities/hobbies in which the group contains eligible men)?
  5. How many hours per week do you spend doing activities not in the company of eligible men (e.g. work or men-free hobbies. added together)

 Here are Hu’s statistics:

  1. 3 years
  2. 3 years
  3. Zero
  4. Zero
  5. 60

And her are Maritsa’s (the girl I discussed earlier):

  1. 4 years
  2. 3 years
  3. Zero
  4. Zero
  5. 90

Let me make this very clear for you ladies. If the following are true then you ARE in a solo celibacy club:

  • You have not been on a date in the last year.
  • You have not had sex in over a year.
  • You spend zero hours per week in the company of eligible men.
Old, fat, repellent and desperately, terribly, weepingly in need of cock

Old, fat, repellent and desperately, terribly, weepingly in need of cock

Daygamers beware

I used to run across Solo Celibacy Club girls all the time. For those of you who daygame you’ll know that a dream daygame set often involves a young, introverted girl aimlessly wandering about the city with time to kill and a dreamy look on her face. This is the bread and butter of street seduction. After you pass the beginner stage you start to try and keep an eye out for these girls but here you run into the intermediate trap: falsely identifying a SCC girl as a Dream Set.

Don't waste your breath…

Don’t waste your breath…

You’ll spot a girl on her own with a funny hat and a big SLR camera walking through Trafalgar Square taking pictures. You’ll jog over and say hi, making an interesting and amusing observation…but it’ll just fall flat. All the energy will just drain out of the interaction and she’ll look at you with dead fish eyes, be immediately disinterested, have no idea how to interact with a male and then walk off. I have been there and suffered this many a time and can now spot these fake sets a mile off.

The girl in Trafalgar Square? That really happened. And what was ‘the tell’ (think poker)? She was moving quickly. She wasn’t smiling yet she was dressed in a kooky way. She had palid, drawn features despite being potentially pretty. She’d snap a few pictures off with no thought or emotional connection then shuttle on a minute and repeat, over and over. She wasn’t ambling along. She wasn’t smiling. It was banal and soul-less. Oh… and she was wearing Doctor Martens.

I’ve seen girls sitting in Green Park, reading a book on the bench. At first I thought they were a good potential set but on drifting closer I saw the deliberately over-kooky fashion, the weird shoes, the granny-knitted cardigan, the avant-garde book she was reading… all very feminine and unique but with a drawn and energy-less face. Avoid.

High quality daygame sets bear a strong superficial resemblance but their vibe is a world different. Truly introverted, unique girls are usually extremely feminine and have a good vibe about them. If you’re lucky enough to open one the interaction will probably sparkle from the get-go and she’ll be warm and receptive and very keen to meet worthwhile men.

False positives

Which leads us to discussing the last important category: that of the False Positive. This is a girl who may meet some of the criteria I listed earlier, who perhaps has been without sex or a boyfriend for an inordinately long time, a few years probably. She’ll be introverted and quiet but very feminine. She’ll not like going to bars and clubs and will probably have little hobbies and interests but this is not to weave a mythology of uniqueness around herself but is because, well, she finds those hobbies interesting. This is not a Solo Celibacy Club. This is a girl with a supply problem! There is a difference. Solo Celibacy Club girls are deep in avoidance and build their life and ego around it and they end up drained and unpleasant. Feminine girls with a supply problem want desperately to meet a high value guy and when they do they do not hesitate: they usually fuck him immediately. Their issue is that because they are very feminine they have very high standards of masculinity required in a guy and they meet very few guys who can match them.

My current girl is an English rose and hadn’t had a boyfriend in three years before meeting me and had had sex once during that period. An hour into our first date and I could see in her eyes the decision had been made. A few hours later we were screwing. She later told me that her main thought was “Finally!!! …. A guy I can fuck!”.

Shattering a Celibacy Club

Most girls in SCCs are lost causes but some, a few, the very, very lucky ones get stopped on the street by a confident, smooth operator and he guides their frustrated little hamster along a well worn path right off the edge of a cliff. Without any effort, and with all of their ego-scaffolding working against it, they have somehow managed to get fucked. Yes, they met a Player. Pickup Artists are some of the only guys in the world who are willing to take 100% agency in fucking a girl and to persistently drive it forward through a systematic interaction structure, obliterating all the obstacles she might throw in the way to get her onto the end of their dicks. If you’re a PUA and you meet one of these girls then do everything you possibly can to fuck her. Really, honestly, you are absolutely doing her a favour by pumping her, jolting her off her road to nowhere and reminding her how good it feels to have a dick inside her.

Someone please do us all a favour and just fuck her

Someone please do us all a favour and just fuck her

Daygame Mastery – London Book Launch

January 18, 2014

UPDATE: Email guest list is now closed. There may be space for people showing up on the day, but no guarantee.

The meet’n’greet event will be on Sunday 26th January. Email me to be put on the attendance list: with the subject heading “book launch”. Cost is £5 on the list and £10 for turning up unannounced. Cash on the door in both cases.

Location will be central London and emailed one or two days before the event, and also announced on the blog. Probably the upstairs function room of a pub. I’ll do it as near to Oxford Street as I can.

There’ll be ten copies only of the book for sale at the event, the same hardcover version shown in this video. Selling £60 per copy. All numbered. Signed if you request it. This is an advance release, so you’ll be the very first people to read it.

The event will feature a talk from me of about one hour and two shorter talks from guest speakers (also good daygamers).

Daygame Mastery is finished!

January 8, 2014

The book is finished.

It’s taken me six months of thinking, writing, editing, soliciting feedback, commissioning art, fine-tuning layout….. but that’s all done now. My layout guy sent me the final PDF today and it’s ready. In a week or so I’ll received a test print from my publisher and, assuming no weird printing errors, I’ll be ready to offer it to the world.

Offer it in stages, that is.

The final release schedule is subject to change but for now I expect it’ll look like this:

  1. Limited hardcover release to London daygamers, late January
  2. Hardcover international release early February via online ordering system
  3. Softcover international release early April
  4. Kindle release Q3 2014. This will only happen if I’m satisfied with anti-piracy controls and a successful paper launch.

So let’s talk about Stage One.

I’d like to reward all the hardworking daygamers of London with a launch event towards the end of this month. I’ll hire a function room somewhere central on a Sunday afternoon and set up a projector. I’ll present an hour or so explaining my model (using my fancy new infographics), how the book works and answer questions. Probably there’ll be a couple of special guests giving short talks too. Consider it a meet’n’greet with extras.

I’ll have some special limited edition hardback copies of the book to sell, which will be numbered. I’ll even sign them if you’re so inclined. This will be a pre-release version with a unique cover, the very first copies anyone will ever see. I’ll pass one copy around for everyone to look at before parting with their cash. I’m pretty damn confident that anyone who lays eyes on this book with immediately begin reaching into their wallet.

first buyer

Price? Haven’t decided. Probably I’ll only bring five or ten copies.

Pre-orders? Maybe. Leave a comment if you’d be interested in paying up front for one to collect in person on the day. If there’s enough interest I’ll figure out how to do it.

All relevant details will be announced on this blog in the next week or so. Time, place, seat availability and book price. 2014 is going to be a bumper year for daygame!

Guest Post: Tom Torero’s 2013 Daygame Stats

January 2, 2014

‘Tis the season to be nerdy. Krauser’s asked me to compile my 2013 stats into some sort of document for a free blog post and reader devouring historic preservation. After his selfless proof-reading of my forthcoming daygame travel book, how could I say no?

Like him, I didn’t keep exact records for number of opens, number of contacts or number of dates. The lays I wrote down and are thus 100% accurate. 2013 was a year of epic travelling for me teaching bootcamps and students in 25 countries and daygaming in 31 cities, from New York to Moscow. I got 30 new lays in total.

I was lucky enough to travel with some solid mates and wings. My travelling compadres included Krauser (in Vilnius, Prague and Belgrade), Jon Matrix, Yad, Sam Django, Dave Diggler and Martin from the team.

However, I did very few daygame sessions for myself. A lot of my time on the streets was with students (I taught 28 bootcamps, 64 private students and 2 week-long residentials). As part of the coaching I demoed and got numbers, but the only personal full-on number farming trips I had were with Krauser (Lithuania, Prague), Sam (Sweden, Prague) and Martin (New York). I’m not going to estimate how many girls I opened as I really don’t have a clue, but I know it was much lower than 2012 and 2011 back in London.

I estimate that in addition to the above, I did 25 full days of daygame for myself (with the above wings). Including all the numbers from demos while coaching studentsm, I collected between 280 and 300 contact details. I estimate that I went on around 70 – 80 dates. I did much fewer i-dates than in previous years because for a lot of the interactions I was demoing for students.

New flags captured were: Iran, Portugal, Egypt, Serbia and South Korea.

New lays with flags I’d already got were: Great Britain, Russia, Germany, Italy, USA, Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine, Czech Republic, Poland, Turkey, Brazil, Spain, Sweden and Finland.

The dating breakdown of the lays was:

SDLs :8

D2 lays: 10

D3+ lays: 12

I’m 34 years old. The oldest girl I slept with this year was a 34 year old MILF in London. The youngest was an 18 year old university student in New York.

Number of girls under 25: 18

Number of girls over 25: 12

The quality of the girls (as testified by my wings) was above average as I pushed myself through a self-imposed ceiling. 2 of the girls were “6s”, 17 were “7s”, 10 were “8s” and 1 was a “9.”

The 9

The 9

Lay highlights included fucking the 21 year old “9” Go-Go dancer from Riga (see above), 3 new girls in 3 days, SDLing a cabin crew assistant from Turkish Airlines and laying the first girl that I approached on my last trip to New York. I also had a MMF with a flatmate.

Memorable failures included near-misses with two different potential foursomes (one with Sam in Prague and one with Krauser in Belgrade). I got punched twice (once by a girl’s husband in a Moscow club and once by a girl’s friend in Istanbul). I lost out on a lay with a “Yes Girl” model in Prague when the hotel I was staying at wouldn’t let her in as a guest.

My plans for 2014 are to open, date and try and close far fewer girls but of a consistently higher quality, pushing for more “9s.” After 150+ lays I’m done with the Notch-Count Hyena. It’s time for the Quality Control Lion. Grand, noble, patient, doing less but catching a tasty meal.

"Good work, my son"

“Good work, my son”

I thought I’d sign-off by answering three predictable chode comments in advance that are often thrown in the direction of Krauser and I:

“You only travel / open / sleep with foreign girls because English girls are harder”

Girls are biologically all the same – if you’re a chode in your home country you’ll be a chode abroad. The real reason we travel / open / sleep with foreign girls is that they’re hotter. Don’t try daygame abroad until you’ve nailed the skillset where you live as it’s harder away from home: you have to act fast as the nomadic lover instead of the provider boyfriend, logistics and time are against you, you have to manage your state (which has an unhealthy focus on outcome through necessity) and you have to deal with the stresses and strains of travel. I’ve slept with many English girls (check out the lay reports in my first book) and daygame / dating works exactly the same.

“Girls sleep with you for your money / passport / accent”

High value girls sleep with high value guys. End of. The “pussy paradise” you’re imagining doesn’t exist, it’s a White Knight fantasy of a place with desperate girls that need rescuing from local guys. If you believe it’s so easy, go and try it. Paying the bar bill in some tittie bar and taking home a hooker in Thailand this is not. In places like the FSU, girls are much harder to daygame than in London. Many countries have cultures and religions where fast dating and quick sex is very rare. You’re trying to achieve in a few days what it takes local guys months or years to achieve. In many ways, western men are lower value than locals in FSU countries because of Feminism and sexual hangups. Go to Serbia and observe the men who you’re going head-to-head with . You’re also competing with the provider chumps offering these girls trips to Dubai or rides in their Ferrari. Remember that Moscow has the most billionaires in the world.

“You spam approach and open thousands of girls to get a date or a lay”

I wish I had the energy to open thousands a year. The more you do daygame, the more lethargic you get. In 2012 and 2013 I also continued to experience “Game revulsion” as I burnt out from all the travelling and teaching. I did a fraction of the opening I did when I was learning Game in 2010 and 2011. Compared to the guys in clubs who I see opening every set as part of their smash-and-grab beasting, or the approach machine robots I see on Oxford Street at Saturday lunchtime, I open like a pensioner on weed.

Happy 2014 to you glorious bastards – onwards and inwards ;)

Tom Torero

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