I bang my first 28 year old Japanese tourist

March 13, 2013
krauserpua

Have you heard the term “gutter game”?

Well if you haven’t allow me to educate you. While I was mid-way through my daygame apprenticeship my blog had started to pick up steam (I was still putting up alot of infields then, before it became mainstream) and I was attracting attention from other London daygamers. This is a small world, after all. So one day I get an email from “Antony”, a locally based daygamer who’s at my level and going the same route as me. After the obligatory I-like-your-blog stuff he attaches a private youtube link to two of his infields. I’m expecting him to be some useless duffer but no – he’s really good. And….. different. Him and his buddy Tom Torero want to meet up with me.

Bear in mind this is pre-daygame.com Tom Torero. All I knew was his lay reports on the LSS forum and the occasional long-distance street sighting.

So we meet, have a drink, and do some sets. It’s great. I’ve met a pair of guys around my level doing the same thing I do. Even now there’s precious few guys in London who can competently daygame and are fun to hang out with. We spend the next six months meeting up every now and then, doing sets, knocking our heads together to figure out theoretical points. The glory days of London street game, when my RSG gang is also active.

Why the long preamble you no doubt wonder. Antony has kinda dropped out of the community but Tom is a big name now, deservedly so (and yes, that’s me referenced on pages 368 and 372 of his book). Tom was really hitting it hard back in 2011 racking up the sets and lays. He’d really figured out how to do Same Day Lays and I wanted to know his secret. This was back when I’d only had a handful whereas he was well into double figures on them. Surprisingly he said it wasn’t so hard, it was all about the timing and then spotting the signals. He’d coined the term Gutter Game.

Open the one on the left

Open the one on the left

Gutter Game: Late evening street game, technically similar to normal daygame but with a heavy emphasis on target selection, logistic probing, momentum and ……. balls of steel.

He can explain it better than me but here’s my take on it:

  • As the sun begins to set the vibe on the street changes. All the worker drones have gone home, the shops are closing, the street begins to empty out. The sexual vibe creeps upwards. You can feel it in your bones.
  • You must make a firm resolution that you are looking for sex. Not numbers, not facebooks. You want to make sweet love. There’s alot of sex out on the street and you want yours.
  • This is not the time for two-sets, tall leggy eights, fashionable girls. You are looking for vulnerable isolated girls, especially tourists. Forget quality, types, observational openers etc. Look for girls who seemed bored, lost and horny. Most will be sixes and sevens. Fine. You aren’t marrying them.
  • When you open you are looking for the eye sparkle, that crackle of electricity that lets you know its on. This whole shebang has to be done and dusted in a few hours so if the girl’s vibe is flat and can’t be spiked you’ll need to take a number and move on to the next one.

So you go in and open, eye-fuck, throw out some light sexualisation and see what happens. If you’re getting long deep eye contact and feeling the its-on-DTF vibe then you start the ball rolling and then its all about momentum and accelerated comfort. Get her in a pub (not a cafe), ask some simple logistical questions (where does she live, what is she doing tonight, when does she leave town, when does she need to be home) and put your balls on the line.

Generally speaking I’d say you want to spend about ten minutes on the street and one hour in the pub running comfort and flirting before you pull the trigger on the kiss close. Once you have the kiss physical comfort becomes extremely important. Stroke her head, kiss her forehead, play with interlocking fingers. Tell her its so fast, its crazy. Tell her the best thing about London is it’s so anonymous that you can do crazy things and nobody is watching, that its best to take a chance in life and follow your emotion rather than being all serious and regret letting life slip by. Blah blah blah. And then when you’ve kissed a bit (but not over-escalated) suggest “the next place” and hop in a cab. This is real balls-on-the-line stuff. It never feels certain. You’re always stepping off the cliff.

But fuck me, you’d be so surprised how many of them step into that taxi, put their head on your shoulder, and allow themselves to be whisked away to the sex location. Even now when it happens I surprise myself. As Bhodi says, once you get them through your door the odds of sex rise exponentially. So anyway if you get a gutter game SDL and want to send me royalities – don’t. Buy Tom’s book. It’s his concept. So on with this particular lay report……

Add a red hat and drop a point

Add a red hat and drop a point

I’m having a fucking terrible day. There’s something weird about 2013 where most of my sets are weak and yet I’m getting laid at an astonishingly high open-to-lay ratio. Perhaps I’m coming in so strong that the girls are either in or out within the first ten seconds. Fuck knows. So today I do ten sets. Five straight-out harsh blowouts. Ouch. I get an idate with a wop and another long set with another wop. Both have long-term wop boyfriends. Now that London has been invaded by cute slim Italians and Spanish (always with boyfriends) I’m thinking of developing a long-term boyfriend-destroyer wop game. We shall see. But whatever, it’s pushing 9pm, I’ve been out four hours and although my mood is good my vibe is off.

It’s gutter game time. There’s sex out there, I want mine.

Walking past John Lewis on Oxford Street I see a slim Japanese girl dressed like an indie kid with a big woolly red hat and long soft hair. I open and bang! its on. Not please-fuck-me-on but I can see the subtle signals, the easy-going vibe, the questions to fill my silences. This girl is on a ten-day trip to London visiting a friend, leaving tomorrow. That friend is working so my Jap has to occupy the days with wandering. Sweet. I promise an offering to the Gods Of Pickup in thanks.

I probably owe them something

I probably owe them something

Then I follow the model outlined above. Ten minutes on the street. Light kino-testing on her painted fingernails. Bounce to the Argyll Arms to get alcohol in her and start laying on the man-vibe. She obediently follows me to Bradleys Spanish Bar (seductive close location) for more drinks and I kiss close. Easy. This girl’s hindbrain has already decided to fuck but its not until I bundle her into the taxi that the forebrain gets the memo. It really is easy. Not the slightest quiver or LMR. She doesn’t give me any green lights or help with the escalation – all of it has to be the time-old combination of balls + calibration. I chat to the taxi driver (his wife went to school close to my parent’s house) and get an easy lay. No LMR at all. Not in the slightest. I think that’s a Japanese thing, they have a guilt-free sex culture even though the girls have low-Ns.

I fuck the shit out of her, her eyes opening so wide she looks almost European. During my mid-fuck debrief she tells me I’m the fifth guy to fuck her and first foreigner (and first non-BF). It’s her first nanpa. She even tells me “I don’t know how this happened”. She’s never had it rough so I oblige her with a rousting. Her first facefucking, first vibrator, first anal, first cum-swallowing.

I’ll admit it. I like being the bad guy.

Several times during the evening I keep thinking that almost all of my recent lays follow the same pattern, especially the SDLs……….

Shit day —> Lots of blowouts —> One set of glory —> Get laid

Never give up, guys. When you’re gutter gaming, there’s always a horny tourist around the next corner.

10 Comments

  1. Good report Nick,

    I have to agree, Jap girls are very obedient. I noticed this when i approached one in Tottenham court road last week after i saw her walking into Clarkes shoe shop near Starbucks. So waited for her to exit the shop and approached.

    She perked up straight away after i did my usual teases. Couldn’t instant date as i had already bought a coffee just before seeing her, but she was well open to it when i mentioned taking her to the nearby coffee shop.

    She told me by text how she still can’t wonder why she gave me her number and never gives out her number to anyone. The power of game…

    I eventually learned she had a boyfriend living in New York and cancelled the day 2 at the very last minute. So i Facebook closed and will be running long game on her if i can be bothered. But we’ll see.

    Makes me wonder whether i could ever trust a girl knowing there are guys like us in the world who know what they’re doing.

  2. I remember you saying this to me a while back, a hard day, lots of blowouts and you’ve lost energy, yet it helps you in that one set you need to get in.

  3. Hi Krauser,
    I have read all your blog. Nice work with good improvement. I would like to know how you deal with social pressure generally? Cause ok when the girl is solo and there is not so many person around, it is easy. But when there are people around, there is also a pressure. Yeah u can say ‘f*ck the society’ but I would like to know how did you manage to put this into your inner game? Thanks.

  4. “I fuck the shit out of her, her eyes opening so wide she looks almost European.”

    You have the best way of phrasing things.

  5. I would like to see long term boyfriend destroyer game. Taking my cute neighbor out for some day drinks today and its 90% on. That other 10% is the hardest.

  6. “Rousting” is a new term to me. And now I know, thanks.

  7. Wow, Tom is deep with his concepts and approach to lays. I’ve known of Tom Torero over the past year or so, but never really checked out his stuff as he didn’t come off as impressive nor flashy, so I overlooked him.

  8. Thanks for this excellent report!

    Krauser, I still don’t understand whats the difference between having the instant date in a pub vs. a café and why one should preferred vs. another? Isn’t it that pub is even louder and therefore making communication harder? [It was dark. Don’t waste time in a cafe on fast gutter game. K.]

  9. “During my mid-fuck debrief she tells me I’m the fifth guy to fuck her and first foreigner (and first non-BF). It’s her first nanpa. She even tells me “I don’t know how this happened”. She’s never had it rough so I oblige her with a rousting. Her first facefucking, first vibrator, first anal, first cum-swallowing.”

    Oh, that’s a noteworthy point, right there: four boyfriends, all of whom are her compatriots, and they were all so unadventurous and unimaginative. That’s would be the basis of a [her nationality] “boyfriend antidote” pattern (rather than “boyfriend destroyer” – I don’t want to destroy someone I don’t even know).

  10. “Twilight Game” would be a more apt term, operating as it does in an interstice of daily life. “Gutter” makes it sound unseemly.

    The twilight is not only an in between time but it is also when certain creatures are to be most commonly seen, such as owls and foxes.

    I have the utmost respect for what you have accomplished, and I don’t intend any malice in the following observation: When you think about it, Krauser Daygame is interstitial on more than one level: The girls are briefly here, or you are briefly over there, the attachments are brief, the emotional involvement is fleeting, and, considering the long term, “This Too Shall Pass.”

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