The Daygame Blueprint

May 31, 2011

This weekend I had the privilege of working at the Woodstock of daygame. For three days most of the top London guys were herded together for one event to go end-to-end through the Yad/Yosha daygame model. A nice swanky hotel, fifty students, expensive camera kit – the full David D-esque superconference experience. Yad had called me up to help out on the infield and by the last day I ended up doing an impromptu half hour lecture on text game.

A drum solo between acts

A fantastic experience. Great material, great guys.

This isn’t a review because the DVDs aren’t out yet but unlike other “super conferences” that are mostly muppets upselling bullshit products, these were real guys delivering real material: Yad, Yosha, Torero, Alex Love, Sasha, Tomcat.

I made about six pages of notes. I was picking out little nuggets here and there. Sometimes one of the guys would have a turn of phrase that elegantly encapsulated an idea, or some tiny adjustment I hadn’t thought of. The general model was familiar ground to me (but would be gold dust to a newcomer). I’m not gonna rip off their material here, just point out a couple of cool insights:

  • Attraction is built on raw unfiltered expression
  • Not being yourself creates inhibitions and doubts from the beginning, by denying your expression
  • If you wake up one day and your energy is amazing, don’t waste it. Go find a girl
  • The masculine vibe must overpower the feminine for attraction to happen
  • When you exchange numbers, make sure she’s putting a character into her phone, not a random guy
  • The answers are not in your memory, they are right in front of you
  • No one cares when a stranger talks about themselves. You are that stranger.
  • A high value girl is happy to give you two minutes of nothing as a test. It’s great. Don’t be thrown off.

I might talk about a concept or two in more details later.

Daygame Nitro – Street Pick-Up For Alpha Males

May 22, 2011

It’s finally here. My own Leviathan. This is my pride and joy. For the past six months I’ve been hard at work formulating my model, fleshing it out, testing it, getting fellow daygamers to review it. Finally I’m able to put into words, into a step-by-step guide, the entirety of the Krauser Daygame Model.

I announce to the world Daygame Nitro: Street Pick-up For Alpha Males. The definitive textbook on daygame. This is a handsome 167-page hardback edition with 35,000 words explaining how I pick up girls. Let the revolution begin!

Buy it here.

Learn to pick up girls off the street. Stone cold sober.

In this book Nick Krauser lays out the full plan. From waking up in the morning to putting your cock inside the girl in a coffee-shop toilets, Nick guides you step-by-step through the mindsets, the values, the things to say, the ways to hold eye contact. Everything.

This is an end-to-end exposition of how cool guys pick up banging-hot girls, sweeping them off their feet and into the bedroom. It’s not what you’re thinking. You don’t need to be good-looking. You won’t be driving a sports car, and you certainly won’t be spending any money on the girls.

This is about personal charismatic value. What it is, how to build it, and most importantly how to project it to the girls.

This is the ultimate reframe. This is about hunting down the hottest girls in the world and making them feel lucky that you chose them. This is…

Street pick-up for alpha males.

There will be no ebook. I have no plans to discount the price. The entirety of the book’s publishing and distribution is outsourced to Lulu, so any ordering queries should be addressed to them. All I will see is my royalties when they show up in my bank account. From order to receipt varies but seems to take 1-2 weeks. Any queries about the book’s content, put it in the comments to this post and I’ll try to answer them.

Buy it here

Playful defiance – the Latino movie actress

May 12, 2011

Girls love a defiant man. Imagine your life symbolised as a hilltop castle. When you meet a girl you want to poke you are inviting her to your lair. At first she’s going to kick the walls, bang on the raised drawbridge and inspect the battlements. She’ll huff and she’ll puff and she’ll try to blow your house down. But you, sir, do not live in a house of straw. You are the piggy who bought the bricks. The girl shit tests your castle and you win her over with hard dominance.

Now she enters. She makes her way to the garden to see if you have flowers, trees and a water fountain. Then she’ll frollick into the courtroom to lounge on the cushions and admire the draperies. The girl is seeing if this is the kind of place she’d like to live. Is the inside of your castle a barren prison fit only for hard-faced men-at-arms, dour defenders of civilisation from the hordes? Or is it an opulent palace of pleasure that would make Antony and Cleopatra blush? The girl is testing you for soft dominance.

If you pass both tests she’ll leave her earrings on your bed and her hair in your shower drain. She’s entered your reality and likes it there.

Bad boys have hard domince. Nice guys have soft dominance. Players have both. An early, easy and fun way to project hard dominance onto a girl is through teasing and defiance. You are communicating to her I will not be cowed. Her bullshit isn’t legal tender in this bar.

So, I’m out with Whitewolf doing my first proper daygame session in over a month. I do a few solo approaches and get an instant date with some Chilean student. Nothing special, the vibe isn’t really there. I stop a Spaniard, then a Russian, then a Persian. The girls are stopping but I’m a bit off the pace, not quite on form. Considering my lengthy sabbatical I’m nonetheless fairly pleased. Then finally, a great set.

I see a tall black chick cross the road and open. Boom! She loves it. Right girl, right time, right mood. I’m immediately busting on her saying her long legs look like a giraffe, she has claw-hands like a basketballer, and she’s one of those sex perverts who watches zebras fucking on nature documentaries. I bounce her across the road for a coffee. Number. The texting is going well. Electricity is injected into this set.

I meet my Brazilian stripper for a late lunch. She’s acting funny so I ditch her and rejoin Whitewolf. As we are strolling down South Bank I dive onto this chick, Latino Actress. She also hooks strong. She’s also the right type of girl and I’ve built up strong vibe in the past two hours. I bust her hard and bounce for coffee, then onwards for two pints. I’m starting to think there’s an SDL in this but an insurmountable logistical barrier presents itself via her boss calling her in for a late shift. Bah!

Here’s video from when we had the second pint. Just note how I’m framing her and introducing sexual topics and future projections. We’d already agreed to rob a bank with her dressed as a whore to distract security.

More frame control battling on Facebook

May 10, 2011

This is a continuation of the previous post. I’d just logged off to go watch a movie and pretty much the moment I log back on, she’s opening me again. My reading is that she’s almost on the hook and is wanting to submit to me but her rationalisation hamster requires a few more spins before it’s satisfied.

Her: how was the movie?
Me: oh you…..     heh! it was awesome!     guns     cars     explosions    sex     fights    [contrast game between the educated sophisticated guy and the retarded caveman]
Her: as i said..very YOU!   [big IOI]
Me: I usually like Nicolas Cage movies     we share the same brain    [yet again, I yank the conversation off the usual well-worn treads and run with it]
Her: i think is time to change your brain     you need a soft, polite, kind brain     [an IOI because she is invested enough to want to modify my behaviour. But obviously also a shit test to beta-tise me]
Me: I can be soft, polite and kind     occasionally
Her: how many girls did you approach in Oxford St today? haha     [she knows I teach]
Me: None. Too many Brazilians.     Crazy, brunette Brazilians     (the annoying type)     [agree and amplify, frame her as bratty]
Her: very funy     :p     the best ones you meant to say
Me: There’s one Brazilian I really like     but he’s in Sao Paulo now    [she’s met Suave, so she knows who I mean. I leave about thirty seconds between the sentences for comedic timing]
Her: i knew it 😦
Me: heh!    [an all-purpose response when she doesn’t give you enough to work with]
Her: 😛     😛
Me: you can be my 2nd favourite Brazilian     [never ever 1st. It’s a good game to rank a girl really low on some ridiculous list e.g. “you are my 25th favourite thing in the world. Above eggs, below elephants”]
Her: 😛
Me: actually, no     my 2nd favourite is Pele     you can be 3rd
Her: hahahahhahaha    [she’s loving it. No-one talks to her like this]
Me: in fact this is my 3rd favourite

Her: hahahahaha     you are boring but i have to say you amuse me    [another IOI but as usual she won’t quite fold her cards]
Me: blah blah blah    [another general purpose response. It’s important not to start preening myself in pride at the compliment she gave. She’s used to guys jumping on it]
Her: keep makes me laugh 😀
Me: laugh quietly     don’t disturb your neighbours    [order her around]
Her: I laughed loud     the guy next to my room is studing now     you see what you do     is your fault
Me: I feel very bad now     my conscience is hurting me     he might fail his exams     be thrown out of school     be unemployed     start taking drugs    [again I yank the conversation away and go off on a tangent]
Her: i hope so….i dont like him! hehe     [do NOT co-sign bad behaviour, even though its clearly playful. It’s a great chance to show I don’t pander to her whims.]
Me: that’s very mean. -5 points for you     be nice     be super nice
Her: laugh loud againn     hahaha     you are so nice…+10 points for you     now i have to go…    [she’s rapport-seeking by mirroring my points scale, but it’s also a subtle frame steal]
Me: cool, I’m on 3,423,978 points [link]    [agree and amplify]

Her: dislike
Me: boo    [she didn’t give me much, so I don’t give much]
Her: ghost?
Me: similar, but more scary     it’ll give you nightmares
Her: -20 points     be nice!     [rapport-seeking and frame-stealing. This girl is sharp]
Me: ok     Sleep well, have sweet dreams    [she’s not giving enough value to hold my attention so I politely dismiss her, even though I’m just reframing her need to go as my need to go]
Her: tks     you too
Me: 😉
Her: 🙂     bye

Frame control battles in Facebook

May 9, 2011

My Brazilian is doing more push-pull. She hassles me for a date on Sunday night and then cancels an hour before saying she’s tired. Ok, whatever. She’s been like this since the moment we met. I log on to Facebook and within thirty seconds she hits me up. Remember my rules for this seduction. This is pure frame control.

Her: bom dia!     oiii     see you tmrw? 🙂   [She always opens me]
Me: grrrrr     rrrrrrr     rrrrrrr     r    [immeditately snatch the hoop and take the conversation off in my direction – playfully]
Her: what happens?     bad mood? 😀   [wondering if it’s because she cancelled the date a few hours earlier, so I have to squash that reframe]
Me: it’s my wolf noise
Her: i know! hahaha     terrible    [IOI – picture her sitting alone in her room at her laptop with nothing much to do tonight. I’m the warm end of the pool, triggering positive emotions with mere text]
Me: are you not scared?     I could eat you     [keep running off in my own direction, leading]
Her: you shoud see my face right now
Me: I can hear your teeth chattering    [from a Raymond Chandler book]
Her: yeah! I’m really scared! :p    what did you do today?    [IOI then rapport-seeking]
Me: lunch with friends     a few drinks     it’s been hot again     my head is gonna be like a tomato     [let her know my day didn’t suck because she cancelled, then stack]
Her: love this weather! Sooo good!!     we need to go to the park very soon again!     i’m in needy to sunbathe     too white     [she’s chasing, wants more of me….]
Me: are you gonna make sandwiches?     […and I’m not easily caught. Set her a hoop where she is submissive]
Her: me??    [Mild playful shit test to see if I back down. It would be accompanied by an incredulous look if delivered face to face]
Me: you’re the woman    [man-woman frame, give her my expectations that she can either satisfy or fail]
Her: ok! You buy everything and i make the sandwich     what do you think? 😉    [she accepts]
Me: Hmmmmm     perhaps     maybe you’ll poison me    [so hammer the frame harder, playfully]
Her: maybeeeee     so be NICE!     and dont forget the beers 😀    [she likes the banter]
Me: no, I didn’t mean deliberately poison me     I think your cooking is probably so bad, you’ll poison me accidently 😛     I’m watching a Nicolas cage movie tonight    [finish this thread and then stack before it gets stale. Note I haven’t asked her anything about her day]
Her: which film?
Me: [link to Drive Angry trailer on youtube]     badass!
Her: very you!     bad bad..    [Big IOI and rapport-seeking]
Me: I’m in the movie    [I like the blatant cocky self-aggrandisement like what WWE wrestlers do in promos. But it must be tongue in cheek]
Her: hahaha     tell me     who are you in the movie?    [playing along]
Me: the tough guy
Her: wait     i need to go toilet    [ten minutes later] oii    what are you doing?   [she feels the need to inform me of her movements so I won’t wander off. This is different to a girl who simply disappears for 10 minutes without notice]
Me: lying down on my bed with Bongo [my panda teddy. Paint an image of me in bed, reminding her of last time she was over]
Her: how is Bongo? Missing me?    [she likes all these silly games]
Me: he doesn’t like you     he said you’re a bully    [push]
Her: why not?     i like him   [resists push, wants to be close]
Me: you threw him around     he has two black eyes now    [release]
Her: hahahaha     i was just having fun with him     he’s cutee     a little bit dirty     but cute     i bet you never took him a shower    [adding value]
Me: I use him as a sponge     what you donig?
Her: talking to you and watching videos     i’m feeling very very lazy today
Me: that’s everyday for you
Her: shut uppp     i’m working a lot 😛     need a rest     and i spent all this weekend out i just got home    [I feel like the attraction will stall out if I keep it spinning, so I’m ready to move into some rapport]
Me: what we you doing today?     *were    [next eight sentences are rapport]
Her: went to spitafield with a friend     i spent all my afternoon there     really cool     have you been there?
Me: yeah, a few times     there’s a few good bars and cafes
Her: want to go to brick lane as well     es     yes!
Me: for curry?
Her: for curry?     why?     its is not a market?
Me: yeah, but it’s most famous for all the curry houses
Her: hmmm     i dont like much
Me: Japanese curry is better     I’ve been cooking that recently     with tofu, carrot, potato, over rice     mmmmmm
Her: hmmmmmm     you gonna cook for me?   [more chasing from her]
Me: if you bring dope, yes     or beer    [snatch the hoop]
Her: 😛     be nice at least once
Me: I’m not good at being nice     I try     but it’s not natural     😛
Her: you woke up my belly     i’m hungry
Me: jelly belly
Her: iron belly     lets go to [pub name] tomorrow?    [the third overt attempt from her to set up a date, and I keep deflecting]
Me: you owe me 2 pints     you buying?    [I’m no trick]
Her: nooooo     you owe me 3 pints
Me: you just made that up!
Her: you are crazy
Me: I know     it’s what people like about me
Her: dont try to pretend     i dont.    [This seems to be a sign that she wants me to be more real, but it could also be a shit test. I’m not sure]
Me: ?     does tat mean you’re getting the first round of beers?     *that    [so I’m ambiguous and then stack]
Her: i dont have money     i quite my job   [yeah, sure]
Me: !     I’m not buying a night of drinks     let’s make our own cocktails   [remain strong]
Her: noooooo     i want to go out     tomorrow     bring the cocktails
Me: to a pub? now you’re the crazy one
Her: hahahaha     hiden
Me: go earn some money    [she will not getting me tricking out for her]
Her: to save some money 🙂
Me: well, you are gonna have to find some money between now and tomorrow night     otherwise we will be drinking cheap lager in the park somewhere    [set the expectations for her to meet or fail]
Her: not a good idea     we can smoke in the park 🙂     this is a good idea     but ok     i can afford 2 beers     nothing else    [accepts]
Me: ok, we’ll arrange something tomorrow     I’m gonna watch that movie downstairs now    [job done, get out of there]
Her: ok     bye bye
Me: have a good evening     😉
Her: tks     you too!

How to declaw a stripper and turn her into a pussycat

May 6, 2011

My new stripper girl is a fairly tough one to figure out but I think I’ve gotten it. She always responded well to pushes and badly to pulls. As JJ says, “attraction is created in the push.” Anytime I tried to move things along and escalate her she would reject me but anytime I sat and chilled she’d escalate me. I’m not used to this. I’m used to providing the direction in the pick-up and leading the girl along. But this one is used to leading guys and thus requires more subtlety until she’s broken in. Allow me to quote Tariq Nasheed on how to game pros:

When you are dealing with a female who is in the game, you have to establish very quickly that you are not a man who can be manipulated sexually. Because a woman who is in the game will quickly test any man she comes into contact with.

These women are used to dominating and manipulating men every day. So you have to have a boss mentality and stand up to any test these women might spring to you…… All women have an insatiable need for companionship. And this is especially true for women in the game. It’s so difficult for women in the game to sustain meaningful, significant relationships – when most guys step to women in the game, they are either trying to pay for sex, or they’re trying to hustle up some free sex – that these women have a stronger need for real companionship. That’s what a pimp, boss player, or true mack provides: companionship for women in the game.

Reading this slotted lots of confusing things into place from my girl, particularly how she is craving my approval and for me to like her but firm in rejecting sexual advances (and yet immediately throwing out more come ons). But I’ve figured it out now. The soul collection proceeds according to these principles:

  • Never ever escalate her. Always wait for her to escalate me and then grudgingly go along with it.
  • Don’t react to her come ons. Make her put her intention on the line.
  • Don’t react to her push-aways and take-aways. She’ll be back.
  • Rapport, rapport, rapport, but never from a position of weakness
  • Never forget the lure of my ability to provide order in her disorderly life, and my high-level rapport skills.

"if a girl gives you the finger, you've been blown out"

So far the recent timeline has been:

Friday: First date in three months, lots of drinking, f-close
Saturday: I take her to Starbucks for coffee and leave her there while I teach bootcamp. She is super keen to join me and my friends on the night, and then bails. She keeps telling me how amazing Friday was.
Sunday: She comes all dolled up to the Chateau RSG barbeque and sleeps over. Very deep rapport, won’t fuck. Stays overnight cockteasing me. She’s testing my frame.
Monday: We walk out to Hampstead Heath for a few hours then I put her on a bus home.
Tuesday: the following Facebook chat…..

Her: Heyy!     I also forgot my earrings there!    Did you find them?  [she’d already left her ring, all very deliberate. I think she’s trying to bait me into inviting her back over to collect them]
Me: maybe you forgot your brain too
Her: why?
Me: forgetting everything 😛
Her: we have to do something nice this week again    🙂
Me: Ramen
Her: what is that?    talk to meeeeee    ok! bye

[three hours pass, she deletes a photo she’d just put up and tagged of us together in the park]

Her: hey jelly belly!     what are you doing?  [I pass the test of not chasing, and sure enough she comes back, seeking rapport with callback humour]
Me: eating pies and cakes so I can become fatter    🙂   [agree and amplify]
Her: hmmmmmm    i’m hungry!!     i’ll make something to eat     and then become fatter than you..
Me: you already are fatter than me, darlin’   [I want to bust on her for a while, show I’m not like the tricks who worship her body]
Her: joke!     i cant eat anything    i’m on diet     do sayy that!!!!     😦     i’m already so sad!
Me: diet = +10 points for you
Her: you have to cheer me up     hahahaha     ridiculous     look at for your big jelly belly    :p
Me: I took a photo of us on Sunday morning

She's the fat one

Her: hahahaha     nice couple     exactly the way i fell right now     no foods today     just fruits     you should do the same   [it sounds innocuous but she’s constantly trying to lead]
Me: Are you telling me what to do, woman????
Her: always
Me: I am the boss of my own life     the king     numero uno    head honcho     the big cheese     you are a squirrel in the king’s garden    [frame her]
Her: go watch the match     dont wast time on fb     and go work out your jelly belly     its muck better ..     hihihi     much
Me: Actually, I’m helping my friend Burto with a project this evening     remember him, the fat one?     a little bit fatter than you
Her: i think i know     wait

Stripper is offline.
[I log off to show I don’t wait around for her and as soon as I log on again three hours later, she reopens me]

Her: I deleted your taget in my photo     too agressive i guess…hehehe  [she’s finessing her overreaction which is approval-seeking]
Me: !   [ambiguous]
Her: olo
Me: I didn’t think you were aggressive     just crazy……..     olo means what?
Her: i did wrong…. lol     haha     so ok…
Me: I thought you were drawing a cock and balls    [sexualise without chasing]
Her: hahahahahaha     not bad ideia for u
Me: 8————–D
Her: this photo look exactly like u!!  [referring to a Mr Potato Head photo I uploaded to my wall]
Me: I like potatoes     and cheese
Her: you are a potato     and smell like cheese
Me: that’s so mean     -5 points for Stripper
Her: hahaha
Me: say something nice, or I’ll hold my breath until I die     …     ..     .
Her: dont get sad…     i like you anyway     hahaha     🙂
Me: + 0.05
Her: 😀    [she loves the fun banter]
Me: I thought you were working today
Her: tomorrow     its every other day
Me: ah     I’ve had a lazy day. Painting the cinema room, reading     How was your day?    [there has to be some rapport]
Her: very lazy as well…just went to the supermarket and nothing else.     spent all day at home     but tomorrow will be crazy     so its good to take a rest today
Me: Yes. It’s nice to have time by yourself with no pressures or work    [not taking the bait to ask why tomorrow is so crazy. It’s more important to show I won’t be lead]
Her: yes…that’s what i need     i guess i also forgot my toothpaste there..hehe     [another attempt to bait me into inviting her over, and how did she manage to leave three things in my room in one night, and why did she have toothpaste that night when I never told her in advance she’d be staying over? But she’s chasing hard now, frustrated that I’m not inviting her out again]
Me: if you want to leave things in my room,     leave money    [I’m the prize]
Her: hahahha    that’s impossible     no money 😦
Me: ok, food
Her: fat!
Me: no, you’re not so fat. Don’t worry about it    [reframe]
Her: hahaha     you are terribleeee    you won!     i’m gonna sleep…     talk to you tomorrow     too tired     bye bye
Me: ok, sleep well
Her: tks     xx

My flags

May 5, 2011

I’ve never paid any attention to flags. I just wasn’t comfortable about objectifying women, treating them as objects, reducing them down to another member of a foreign tribe. Hang on, that’s not right. No, my woeful disinterest in flag-rousting comes from my goals for game and the things I like about women. Specifically:

  • I am strongly attracted to girls from a limited geographical / ethnic range and completely unattracted to girls from outside that. I adore Portuguese, Spanish, Japanese, Thai, Brazilian, Colombian, Russian, Lithuanian, Latvian, Croatian, Nigerian, Tunisian, Turkish and Italian girls. All the rest can go piss up a rope for all I care and thus I’d derive little pleasure from capturing Mongolian or Scottish flags.
  • All I really care about in a woman is what I see standing in front of me. I don’t give a flying fuck about her nationality, her resume, her life achievements, her social class etc. She stands or falls in my eyes by what she can show me about herself in the interaction we are having. External props mean nothing except as a story. The above-mentioned countries count to me because of the ethnic flavour and mannerisms.
  • I don’t fuck girls for the story, generally. I want to enjoy the experience of chasing and nailing her, not of telling a wacky tale later to my friends when drunk.

So this blog will not be turning into a 50 Flags. That’s Burto’s thing and he’s progressing nicely with it. However, I was just checking out Wonka’s stats and it got me thinking how many flags I do have. Here we go:

– English only until I graduated
– Japanese (many times)

New game flags
– Nigerian (but English-raised)
– Romanian
– Thai
– Libyan
– Tunisian (but French-raised)
– Turkish
– Kazhak
– Polish
– Dutch
– Croatian
– Australian (does this even count?)
– Lithuanian
– Latvian
– Uzbeki (but culturally Russian)
– Brazilian


    • Canadian
    • Russian
    • Estonian
    • Spanish
    • Italian
    • Norwegian
    • Chinese
    • Bosnian
    • Czech

Girls I’ve put my cock into but not legitimately fucked: Greek, Azerbajhani, Somali. Looking at that list it would seem I’m an unacknowledged flagger – 26 lifetime flags, 24 from game, 13 in the last twelve months. And I’m going to Estonia soon. Now wouldn’t it be awesome to beat Burto to 50 Flags without actually trying?