My 2018 Project Status Update

May 8, 2018

After four months cooped up in Newcastle working on my books, video game backlog, and reading projects, I finally hit the road. I’ve been out in Europe since the end of March and, as expected, my productivity has slowed right down.

So I’ve been wandering alone, circling the drain of nihilism, posting photos of myself to Instagram along with inspirational quotes about how this dreary existence is so fulfilling. I’m hoping you won’t notice how ugly the birds are, and will instead co-sign my bullshit so that I don’t top myself.

Wait… sorry. I was thinking of someone else.

Actually, I’ve been having a great time hanging out with a half dozen friends and made a few new ones too. The birds have been well hot, though the hottest few slipped through my grasp, sadly. It’s been a month of sunshine, chatting, getting drunk, and a bit of sex too [1]

I have, however, been very busy coaching. I’m midway through the third of four week-long residentials scheduled in this trip alone. It’s been interesting [2] and caused me to think about the LDM [3] from a different direction. I’ve noticed multiple commonalities in client questions, strengths and weaknesses. I’ve better honed a process for instruction. I’ve developed new metaphors, explanations, and actionable drills.

So, perhaps there’s a product in that for later this year. I’ll think about it [4]. For the meantime, let me bring you up to date on which pans I have frying in the fire right now.

Daygame Mastery second edition
This is the main one. The content has been finished for quite some time, as has the layout. I’m currently trying to iron out all kinds of wrinkles before sending it to the printer. It’s surprising how many things crop up but once it’s done I’m sure you’ll all be quite impressed. There’s 25k words of new content in this, mostly in the Vibe and Banter Clinic sections. I’m presenting it as a companion to Daygame Infinite, as my new book was always meant to stand alongside it. I reckon I’ll have a test print to review when I return to Newcastle at the end of this month. If that’s okay, I’ll release it immediately.

Mastery draft cover and contents

The Memoir Volume Three
I’ve had a lot of fun writing the final volume in my memoir series. I’ve tried to write each volume as a self-contained story and varied up the themes and writing style to avoid them becoming repetitive. This one, Younger Hotter Tighter, is almost done. I’ve written 34 chapters to a level I’m happy with, and have 4 more to go. Hopefully that’ll be done by the end of the month. It will then enter editing / layout / art stages which will likely take another two months before release. My guess is it won’t take as much post-production as the other volumes because I’m a better writer now, and I’ve had a writer friend editing it as I rewrote each chapter.

Fucking Awesome Mate

A New Infield Product
I’ve had lots of requests for a new infield instructional, as my last one was Daygame Overkill which was filmed nearly four years ago. I don’t count Daygame Mediocrity as that was a joke [5]. I haven’t done a lot of sets this past month but I have recorded some and they came out pretty good. So, I will likely continue to film. If I think there’s a product in it, I’ll let you know. It’s much too early to decide.

Infield example

Residential Coaching
I signed up six clients this year, four of which will be completed by the end of this month. It’s been more fun than I expected so I may do residentials more often. However, I’m absolutely knackered from it and it’s killing me to give up all the good sets to the client. When I’ve finished the fourth, I’ll take stock and analyse how they went. Then I’ll decide if I’ll do more, or knock it on the head.


YouTube Channel
I keep meaning to get back to this. I have 3/4 of the Daygame Infinite talk to finish editing and then upload. There’s even a few bits of Outlaw Daygame still left to do. I’ve toyed with the idea of a new season of podcasts, of a technical daygame series, and throwing up infields. Right now it’s all parked until the other stuff is done. YouTube isn’t good for money and I don’t care about the freeloader retard audience. I’d rather spend my time coaching a good resi student or doing the blog. If I find the motivation to do that AND a YouTube channel I shall. It all depends how relieved I feel when the last book comes out.

Little Brown Sex Machines
This is a memoir I wrote in February 2017 immediately after returning from two months in South East Asia. It’s 60k words and written in a similar style to my usual memoirs. It’s been finished for a year but I just haven’t decided what to do with it. I might use it as the first 1/3 of a 2017 memoir, or I might tart it up a little and release it as is. Dunno. It’s not a priority.

LBSM cover

New Undisclosed Products
I set myself a rule before winter of NO NEW PROJECTS. I made a mistake opening too many loops back in 2014, such as committing myself to four volumes of the memoir. When Mastery and YHT finally come out, I will have completed my “grand project” [6]. I’ll have a clean slate. From there, I’ll only take on projects one at a time. Perhaps a fifth memoir, perhaps a new infield series, perhaps a new textbook. I’m not committed to ANYTHING right now. There are no secret projects bubbling away. Ideas, yes. Defined projects, no.

I hope that clarifies things. And Donald Trump is still the US President.

If you like the idea of giving me your money, I suggest you start with Daygame Overkill. That’s the most profitable per unit and it never fails to warm my heart when PayPal informs me of a sale.

[1] With the girls, not my friends.
[2] And lucrative.
[3] Does anyone mind if I just call it the Krauser Daygame Model now? I mean, the one people do now basically is just that.
[4] I’m not going to just shit a product out regardless. I’ll wait till the end of the year and see if there’s a product’s worth of material to organise. If not, I won’t do one.
[5] I mean a deliberate joke. Not a Stealth Seduction type joke.
[6] Or “grandiose project”, if you prefer.

Daygame Infinite – IN DEPTH review

May 3, 2018

Inquisitive minds will be aware that there is a second generation of London daygamers who were raised on the materials of the first gen [1]. I’m talking about men like Mr White, Craig Cassidy, Ricky Roma, Seven Daygame and many others. One of the most obsessive successful of the second gen is Roy Walker. He’s been hitting it hard for several years now and reaping the rewards of multi-notch Euro Jaunt trips.

I first met RW in Prague when I was in a bad mood. Summer 2016 I think. He and SD were trawling the main street for sets when we bumped into each other so we sat outside TGI Fridays and had a beer [2]. I was miserable company, as I often am first time I meet daygamers on my territory.

bitches in prague

“I’m having the slag in the dark blue shorts”

The next time, I had just stepped off the train from Krakow to Warsaw and was carrying my heavy rucksack to my apartment to check in. I’d been in Warsaw literally five minutes and a local daygamer stops me, “Are you Nick Krauser?”. I wasn’t in a good mood. He made small talk a couple minutes then I walked on to Chmeilna street. Then RW stopped me.

For fuck’s sake, can’t I just get to my apartment?

I was miserable then so fobbed him off with, “let’s get a coffee later”. As it turned out a shower, shite, and change of clothes revitalised me. My grumpiness was shed like a PUA’s integrity. RW and I hung out a bit, winged, and we realised we actually got on well together.

He takes up the story from there….. [click here]

Infinite smaller res cover

Long story short: RW had a good look at a late draft of Daygame Infinite and we had a couple of sit-down feedback sessions in Moscow and Kiev. My goal was to get a solid daygamer in the London style to test-read my book in the context of watching me day-to-day as a wing. I wanted Daygame Infinite to capture my real daygame as I actually did it. It needed to be authentic.

The final version of Infinite has been out over four months now and people have had time to digest it. I’m thus proud to announce RW has completed his in-depth formal review of Daygame Infinite and you can read it here. It’s a long piece and goes into a lot of detail about the book’s content.

Here’s a sample:

By Krauser’s own definition, you should be free-styling and coming up with your own material. So surely you shouldn’t need to read a book to tell you how to become “advanced”?
The best way to answer that question will be to go through each chapter and highlight the parts that I found the most interesting which I could perhaps apply to my own game, this blog is all about me, after all. Let’s dive in…

RW goes through each section in turn to bring out what it’s saying and how he related it to his own daygame. RW is a perfect test-case because he represents the ideal audience for Infinite: an experienced player who is already having good success and wants to take himself to the next level. He concludes.

Krauser set out to do something that I thought wasn’t possible; to teach someone how to be “advanced”. His own definition of an advanced daygamer is someone who is free-styling and creating their own new material. This book does a great job of trying to sort out your inner game as much as possible in order to make that stage seem more achievable. It is easily the most in depth piece of writing when it comes to doing everything apart from the actual daygame itself.

So click here for the full review. You can click for the first and second reviews [3]

If you can’t be arsed with reviews and would rather just buy the book RIGHT FUCKING NOW then click here to reserve your copy.

[1] Such as myself, Yad, Yosha, Sasha, and Mr White Van.
[2] I think I had a strawberry milkshake, as I was addicted to them that summer.
[3] Word on the street is Nash is going to write a fourth. I look forward to reading it.

Daygame Trip – Where to find the best daygame locations

April 23, 2018

I was recently talking to my wings as they mooted exploratory trips to cities not yet daygamed. One told me, “I am thinking of going to Tbilisi in Georgia. The Georgian girls I met in Moscow are hot so I want to see them at the source.” Another wing had told me, “I’m going to do either Kazakhstan or Armenia this summer, have a sniff around and see what they are like.”

“There is no uncharted territory left in daygame,” I said. “You might have a good time and find some girls but I guarantee it’ll be a big step down from the usual cities.”

What are the usual cities? Have patience, grasshopper. We’ll get there.

zagreb tart

Girls! Give me girls! With legs, and tits. And everything!

I learned daygame when it was all Wild West. There was no daygame model, the advice was all conflicting, and euro-jaunting wasn’t even a thing. When Jimmy and I stepped off a plane in Zadar, Croatia we had no idea what we were getting into. We only discovered Belgrade by accident, rolling up on a Saturday night in our hire car because it needed to be returned to the rental company the next afternoon in Zagreb, and the Belgrade-Zagreb motorway was our fastest route back from Sarajevo.

Oh how things have changed now!

We have vast quantities of infield videos on YouTube [1], dozens of daygame coaches [2], a range of textbooks outlining the model [3] and a wide body of knowledge of where to go to find the girls.

Almati, Kazahkstan? Nope, it’s shit. Eddie and my mate from Wales already tried it.

Chisinau, Moldova? Nope. Too small, too poor, and everything it has is done better by Kiev.

The list goes on. Experienced euro-jaunters know all the best cities, the best streets in those cities, the best time of year to be there, and even the best times of the day for each strip of pavement. There’s no uncharted territory remaining.

What’s that you say, “you talk about territory being charted, but no one has actually done so?” [4] Well, my cheeky chappy, you are in luck. My wing Oscar Ruggeri has done precisely that. Allow me to announce his new website

little bear

This is a simple facts-based city guide beginning with nine of the best places, and more to be added later. Oscar has personally daygamed every one of these cities, many of them multiple times. So, this isn’t some blowhard on a forum spouting nonsense. This is a seasoned euro-jaunter who has done his research.

Indeed, I reviewed a few of the pages to add my own thoughts on the best places and times. So, avowed euro-jaunters and armchair voyeurs alike might like to head over to his site and have a look.

[1] Nearly all of them shit
[2] Also mostly shit. But a handful are very good.
[3] Many being incompetent reproductions of Daygame Mastery.
[4] Unless you count RVF fact sheets and Cold Calling, which are both lame.

#45 – Highway To Hell, Heinz Konzalik BOOK REVIEW

April 23, 2018

Regular readers of aware of my enthusiasm for Sven Hassel‘s gritty WWII pseudo-memoirs about a battle section of former prisoners fighting in one of Hitler’s penal battalions on the Eastern Front. They are bawdy, high-adrenalin thrill rides with gruesome battle scenes. Hassel was a bestseller throughout the 60s and 70s so many other authors jumped on the bandwagon. Konzalik is one such writer who got his chance due to the market Hassel had created.

SS General

Who wouldn’t enjoy this?

I’m euro-jaunting now, having been on the road since the last weekend of March. As expected my productivity has nose-dived [1]. I finished coaching a week-long residential on Friday and have another one starting tomorrow. I’m a busy man!

Still, it’s roasting hot outside and the streets are dead. It’s physically draining just to be out in this weather, so instead I’m sitting in a quaint old study room in a rustic city centre apartment I’m sharing with GGG. It feels like the kind of room Ian Fleming would write a James Bond story in. With my feet up on a footstool, reclining in a wing-backed chair, I finally finished Highway To Hell, a book I started on the flight out over three weeks ago.

Ian Fleming

Like this, but with a skinhead and stronger vibe

The nominal story is that it’s late-1944 and the war has already turned decisively against Germany. Their threadbare army is strung out along the steppe east of Minsk with barely enough men, munitions or food to stave off collapse. The Russians are amassing offensive formations ominously as the German soldiers in the trenches mutter about how it’ll all end. Over the course of the book, the Russians attack and the Germans retreat in chaos along the highway to Minsk, or to hell according to the title.

It’s interesting what Konzalik is trying to do with the book. Although marketed to the Hassel demographic, it lacks most of the Dane’s signature elements. Hassel focused exclusively upon a small group of recurring characters – Porter, Tiny, Old ‘Un, Heide, Legionnaire etc – as they were engulfed in chaos. We lived right alongside them as they were sent on suicide commando raids behind Soviet lines, fought pitched tank battles against Russian T-34s, or garrisoned towns far behind the front. Hassel’s books were pseudo-memoirs of a small band of brothers who often had no idea how the war was progressing. Told in first-person, the fighting was always raw and immediate, which is why I liked the books.

Konzalik throws these elements in, but seems half-hearted about it. I suspect his first books never included any of it but his editor likely told him, “make it more like Sven. Give me blood! Give me fanatical Nazi officers and murderous Siberian snipers!”. So the central dynamic in Highway To Hell is between battle-hardened foot-sloggers Leskau and Strakuweit who are proxies for Hassel’s Porter and Tiny. This is supported with a dynamic between officers Scheider and Vogel, who represent the “guts n glory” fanaticism of Hassel’s vainglorious officer corps, and also two surgeons in military hospital each on the verge of defeatism under the weight of broken men sent to them from the front. There’s some light comic relief with RSM Kunze, a fat coward who constantly abuses his position to sell out his comrades, and his chubby Russian girlfriend Tamara.

russian slag

Tamara didn’t survive the war

I think Konzalik wanted to make this book a Dickensian tale of War, weaving together stories from different locations and situations across the front. So we have the surgeons trying to stem the tide of blood but increasingly disillusioned by the fresh orders from High Command to send injured men back into the grinder. We have infantrymen griping about prissy officers and trying to stay alive as Russian jabos strafe their columns or Siberian assault troops raid their trenches overnight. There are scenes of Generals at Hitler’s Wolf’s Lair trying to speak reason to an unravelling Fuhrer.

Think of it as The Wire, but swap out Baltimore for the marshes and steppe of Eastern Ukraine.

Konzalik gives it a good go but he’s only got 235 pages and must cater to an audience of readers raised on Hassel’s flair for the dramatic. He doesn’t pull it off. I enjoyed reading but it never felt compelling. There are so many story threads that there’s never any space to develop a main plot. If Konzalik intended to portray a world where the common German is overwhelmed by grand forces completely outside their control, then he’s succeeded. Highway To Hell is relentlessly bleak as almost every character has given up thoughts of victory and has been disabused of all ideals. They are scrambling like animals simply to stay alive under the Russian onslaught.

It makes a point, but it means the book lacks any sense of forward momentum. Even the story is, at heart, about retreat. At no point does the German army advance. The book opens with stalemate and then the Russians gradually push the Germans back into Poland. Even the minor skirmishes are failures. For all the bleakness of Hassel’s overarching narrative, his characters get multiple minor wins at the operational level. They’ll occasionally blow up a supply dump, collapse a bridge, or capture an town. Konzalik’s soldiers are punching bags for the commies.


Compared to Hassel, even the cover is low energy

I neither recommend nor advise against this book. If you like blood’n’guts WWII stories, read all of Hassel’s books before dropping down a tier to the Konzaliks and Kesslers of the genre. If you want it more heroic and with more conventional dramatic progression, try Alastair MacLean.

If you like reading my reviews of my year’s reading, you’ll have to wait a while for more updates. My reading has slowed to a crawl. Just go buy Daygame Overkill or something.

[1] Though I’ve almost finished the Daygame Mastery second edition and have only four chapters left to write on Younger Hotter Tighter. So, I’ve still made progress.

A Day In The Life

April 14, 2018

UPDATE: A fuckwit with poor grasp of English has just started sneaking around under an alias, to dig dirt on me. It’s clearly malicious. The IP address he uses is in Latvia. So, it’s looking a lot like Alpha Man Training and the timing is suspicious too, coming so soon after my expose post. Are any readers good at internet sleuthing? It could also be Deepak, but I’m leaning towards Alpha Man. I’d like to be clear which of them it is, so I know who to go after should they escalate further. I’m not much concerned what he’ll find (because I don’t have secrets) but if he does something illegal or especially retarded, I’d like to be able to destroy his life. If you can help, leave a comment or email me.

Yesterday was a normal day on my euro jaunt, but when I stopped and thought about it…. well, it was rather odd really. Not special, amazing, or wow look at me. Just odd. This is what happened.

syrian cunt

Puzzled, yesterday

I woke up at 11am with hay fever symptoms. I’d been on a first date the previous evening with a 20 year old student and gotten pretty hot and heavy. Almost got her home, but she got cold feet fifty metres from my front door. I’d drunk lots of rum by then. I fell asleep with a swollen throat (it hurt to swallow), ear infection, and itchy teary eyes.

So, I woke up feeling shit. Had a shower, and went out for lunch with a friend. Gradually, the symptoms alleviated so much I didn’t even need an anti-allergy pill [1]

While standing outside the restaurant looking for a table, a cheerful Swedish guy comes up. “Are you Nick Krauser?” Well, I am. So I said yes. He chatted enthusiastically for ten minutes, explaining he was on a drinking/partying weekend with some friends from back home. He took a selfie with me. It was all a bit sudden.

My friend and I sat down, ate lunch. Then he went back to his remote office job.


Like this, but two points higher

I received a text message from a London guy I’ve met once but don’t know well. “Hey, I’m in town. I’d like a consultation if you have time.” So, I walk over to a cafe and meet him. We have a one hour consultation. Considering I didn’t even know he was visiting this country, it was all a bit sudden.

We walk around a bit, looking at girls. While he’s in set, I ping an Armenian girl I’d dated in Moscow but hadn’t been able to kiss on our first date. She’s 22, pretty, and has massive tits. She replies with pleasantries then says she wants to marry me and have strong sons. I tell her it’s rather sudden, and she tells me she just decided.


I’ll hire this Armenian actress when Vice want to film me

The London guy comes out of his set and we walk further up the road. A local guy comes up to me. “Are you Nick Krauser?” Apparently I still am, so I tell him so. He has a chat for a bit then walks off. A sudden encounter.

Crossing the street near some cafes I spot a small blonde girl walking past a few metres away. Fortunately she’s got her head down and doesn’t see me. I recognise her and last time we spoke, she wasn’t happy. She’s likely a bit sore that I took her virginity and didn’t marry her – though I never once pretended to be anything other than a player. I’d seen some posts she left on a local girls forum saying she wanted to get her brothers to beat me up. It sounded like she was joking, and I certainly hope so. Either way, probably best she didn’t see me.

She was the fifth girl I’ve walked past since coming to this city two weeks ago who I’d fucked in a previous trip. It just happens, suddenly.

The one who reminds me of Gabriella Bond

My remote office job friend comes back out. We are walking again when I see a girl approaching, about twenty metres away, who starts staring at me with a look of recognition. Then she boldly strides over.

“Are you Nick?” [2]

Yes, indeed I am I tell her. “You talked to me outside a museum in London, in 2013” she says. I don’t recognise her at all. She seems really pleased at the wild coincidence. We chat a few minutes then I excuse myself. That was sudden, I think.

I also did a handful of sets and took a few numbers. What an odd day.

If you’d like to increase the amount of odd and sudden things in your life consider learning daygame with Daygame Infinite. Alternatively, if you’d like to read about a long series of odd and sudden things in my life, try the memoir series volumes one, two and four [3]

[1] I know, fascinating story. It gets a bit better.
[2] Not “Krauser” this time.
[3] I’ve written 75% of volume three so far. It’s coming along very nicely.

Daygame Memes

April 10, 2018

These are some light-hearted memes I’ve been sending daygame friends. Don’t take any of them seriously. It’s just for lolz and I thought it might get a few laughs. And if you don’t understand them, it really won’t help if I try to explain the joke.













In case you missed it, there’s a new real post underneath this one.

Lol! Justin Wayne caught hiring actresses… again!

April 10, 2018

Few pick-up companies can pair both dishonest scamming and unintentional hilarity quite like Wayne Dating. I’m often left scratching my head at how inept they are and sometimes their buffoonery reaches levels that even Ricky Gervais couldn’t write into a script. Old-timers will know what I mean, but for newer readers let me summarise some highlights.

Back in 2010, ghetto-wannabe Justin Wayne of NYC was a new sensation in daygame. He was posting infield videos of what appeared to be same day lays, and also videos hanging out with a couple of different girls in his apartment. They were fairly hot, in a grotty Ke$ha kind of way. For a while, I too was taken in, thinking he had some talent [1]

Jimmy and I had a skype video chat with him once and he sent me an unpublished infield of him getting a number of a girl in Whole Foods. It was a bland low-intent Mystery Method type set, very different (and considerably less impressive) than the SDL stuff. That was red flag #1 and I ignored it.

Watching the SDL videos, I noticed there was very little audio. It seemed pointless to mute the audio when you’re mic’d up, but he did. Red flag #2, and I ignored it.

Fortunately Aaron Sleazy did not.

I don’t get on with Aaron Sleazy but I’ll give him credit where it’s due. He did a fantastic expose of the NYC bullshitter with some real investigative work. Go to his blog for the full story here. (I linked four separate Sleazy posts here) I’ll give you the short version of what Sleazy discovered:

Justin Wayne had advertised in local media press to cast a reality TV show that he claimed had MTV backing (it didn’t). He then sold tickets to men to be part of his “social circle game” to hang around girls, and defrauded aspiring fame-whore women into casting. Thus he created the illusion of having a harem of hot girls, muted videos of whom he put on his YouTube as “same day lays”.

Keep in mind this dual-market scam of presenting one thing to defraud girls, and a different thing to defraud men both at the same time. It’s a unifying principle of all Wayne Dating scams.

The girls found out and went ballistic, to put it mildly. One threatened legal action and then gave Aaron Sleazy a file of the Skype video chat where Justin is begging her to back off. Even funnier, he deleted his channel and literally ran away to hide in Puerto Rico.

His tough guy image is a sham. He’s a total faggot.


A boss-eyed fat faggot, yesterday

This all hit in August 2012 and since then every self-respecting daygamer has steered well clear of him. He’s a hardcore con-man. Like any dyed-in-the-wool fraud, Justin came slinking back later and rebuilt his brand off the back of a new generation of newbies not clued-in to his shenanigans [2]

One of Justin’s tricks to rebuild his brand was to keep posting on pick-up blogs under various sock-puppet aliases about how awesome Justin Wayne’s “Domino Effect” theory was (with a link to the sales page, of course). He tried that a few times every week on my blog for months on end so I’d just send them into the spam queue [3]

I ignored Justin Wayne entirely until the evening before the Outlaw Daygame seminar in November 2015 when, while hanging out with Eddie from Street Attraction, we see that Tom Torero had just put Justin Wayne on his podcast that very day.

A known scammer appearing on the channel of a man also busted making fake infields with actresses, but whom we’d assumed was an isolated error of judgement. We were now about to host a seminar that tied our names to his. To say we were unhappy about it was an understatement. Tom didn’t care about the ethics of promoting a known scammer, he just wanted the co-promotion of getting his name out to Justin’s subscriber base. Squalid, low-value behaviour.

That same 2015 I suffered through my first Deepak Wayne video. Massive red flags everywhere, but I didn’t care because it never crossed my mind anyone would take Deepak seriously [4]. Then I saw one where he’s basically date-raping a fat ugly German alcoholic, and while he’s “bouncing” her home he has a few snarky comments for the “London Daygamers” (and he’s still “exposing” it now.…)

Watch that video. Deepak is actually proud that she’s so angry at being date-raped that she’s screaming into his face. To him, he’s just holding a strong frame.

Lol fag

Well, he’s made that particular video private for now. Here’s hoping he reposts it

Anyway, by mid-2016 Deepak’s lies finally rile me enough that I write a couple of expose posts. It’s in reading them that my regular commentor Zatara actually figures out the precise nature of Deepak’s primary scam [5] It’s the same dual-market theory Justin Wayne uses (and taught Deepak). It goes like this:

  1. Open girl with mild physical compliment while expressing ZERO sexual intent through non-verbals. This simulates a direct opener for the viewer but puts no pressure on the girl to think she’s being hit on.
  2. Immediately tell her you’re NOT hitting on her, but are actually a talent scout for a business (e.g. modelling, PR work, waitressing). Crucially, MUTE this audio and disguise it by offering a voice-over pretending you are still hitting on her.
  3. Continue to play the grey area where you say mildly sexual things verbally, with zero sexual non-verbals, and mute any time you disclaim hitting on her, or continue explaining the job interview you’re trying to set up.
  4. When she agrees to the job interview determines if it’s an “idate” or a “day 2”. Mute some of the number close because that’s obviously interview logistics.
  5. Record the “date” and do very light kino, which she’ll accept as simply you being a creepy boss and not take seriously as an attempt to fuck her.
  6. Pass it off as a successful seduction to low-IQ Indians who desperately want to believe an ugly charmless Indian immigrant can get lots of white women. Accuse any critics of racism while you yourself play the race card to scam your very own countrymen.


Watch Deepak’s videos with this in mind and it’s like wearing the They Live glasses. He does of course occasionally post videos of real pick-up attempts, or hookers, or paid actresses, so bear in mind not all of his infields do this dual-market scam.


Deepak eating curry

My favourite ping photo to my friends

I exposed Deepak and he went mental. He started rambling into his smartphone camera about “exposing” me, and it’s absolutely hilarious. Try to get all the way through to the end of one. He was in Kiev at the time, so he went down to Khreshatyk Street and offered free meals to a few of the scammer girls there to get “evidence” of all the girls he claimed to be banging. And then, best of all, he had an interminable two-hour Skype video podcast with Justin Wayne where they both “exposed” me [6]

You can imagine that after several hours of low-IQ ramblings into smartphone cameras, I felt they’d pretty thoroughly exposed me.

Deepak then went on to “expose” Street Attraction and then….. oh it gets better…. he exposed Justin Wayne! I shit you not. Suddenly all those low-IQ ramblings were from Justin and Deepak exposing each other. It was essentially this:

Deepak: “Here I expose the real scam of Justin Wayne. I know this because he taught it to me when we were friends.”
Justin: “Here I expose the real scam of Deepak Wayne. I know this because I taught it to him when I was grooming him for my business.”

Gangnam Style

Slanty Wayne has yet to expose anyone, AFAIK

I have no idea if Slanty Wayne is involved in the mutual exposing. There’s a fruit if ever I saw one. Naturally, both Deepak and Justin brazened it out and their army of low-IQ desperadoes continue to clutter YouTube comment sections. More recently, VICE just exposed him. I thoroughly recommend you watch the video below to the end. It’s only eight minutes.

He’s back to the dual-market scam, but this time very straightforward: he’s hiring hookers.

Look at the two girls in the video. Both have a strong hooker/sugarbaby vibe and show absolutely zero emotion in Justin. They are allegedly so in love with him they got tattoos of his name [7] and yet they show not the slightest emotional or physical interest in him. They look exactly like what they are: hookers hired to play a role for money, so he can scam men.

Look at the blonde tart’s face when she says “I love him”. Zero emotion. Doesn’t even look at him. For comparison, look at how a normal girl’s face lights up and she looks to a man she loves – see my video above. The fact VICE catch him on a hot mic admitting to paying her to be there is just the icing on an already obvious cake.

Bored tart

Burning desire, yesterday

“But Nick, he’s doing that because he’s a pimp type”

Perhaps prostitution has changed recently, but I always thought it was the girls who paid the pimp, not the other way round. The word to describe Justin is simp, not pimp.

Anyway, I’m not exposing Justin because Aaron Sleazy and VICE already did that for me. This is just an I-told-you-so post. I think the lesson for readers is this: if you’ve picked up lots of girls, and your gut tells you a guy is fake, he’s probably fake. If you’re a noob and you hear experienced players tell you to be careful, you should be careful.

If you want to buy a real infield product of actual legit game, with real girls who weren’t acting, you might like Daygame Overkill. It’s my five-hour street pick-up instructional video and still by far the best of it’s type on the market. Alternatively, if you’d just like a curry and a watermelon, try Wayne Dating.

[1] 2010, mind you. I was easily impressed then, lacking any calibration and daygame being far less developed and documented than it is now.
[2] This is one reason I have no time for newbies who witter on telling me who is legit and who isn’t. I’ve seen this all before and I’m much sharper at spotting red flags now. That’s why it was obvious to me that JMULV is just banging hookers and calling them notches. No doubt he’ll be exposed within a year or two, and the same idiots will learn nothing and believe whichever guy comes along with the next scam.
[3] Readers have no idea the shit people post here that I spam and thus you don’t see. Imagine the most retarded comments I do approve, and multiply the retardation by ten.
[4] I consistently underestimate the desire of the community to be wilfully misled so long as they can cling to pretty lies.
[5] One reason Wayne Dating retains credibility amongst morons is they use a few different scams and mix them together.
[6] I can’t link it because Justin took all his videos down. If it comes back up, let me know. In case you’re wondering about Deepak’s challenge, it was originally “come to Berlin and I’ll show you what I say is unedited footage on my laptop and then you quit pick-up”. Hardly a real challenge. I said “I’m in Moscow now, come here and we can go head-to-head each with our own cameramen filming everything”. He declined. Steve Jabba offered to go head-to-head with him in Warsaw while Deepak was already there, and Deepak declined. Deepak’s challenge was just squirting squid-ink to cover his retreat.
[7] Whatever the story of the tattoos, the one thing we can be 100% sure of is that the story Justin told is a lie. Personally, I don’t believe they got real tattoos at all.