NB – This report is out of sequence. The upcoming Italian report was four days earlier.
It wasn’t so long ago I was lamenting to my fellow daygamers that I have nothing going on in London – no solid leads at all. This is the downside of travelling so much. Taking a week off every month for away games disrupts the flow of your home game. So in mid-May I make a firm decision to hit the London streets until I’ve rebuilt a rotation. I have modest goals:
- Three girls on a weekly rotation
- Additional fast sex when the opportunity arises
That’s not too much to ask. My first weekend is unlucky for all the usual reasons – girls have boyfriends or about to catch a flight home and so on. My street patter is ok so I don’t take it personally. Then the next weekend my luck breaks. I do about ten sets, get four numbers and all four hold. First up is a Frenchie idate that doesn’t quite work. Then there’s a black African shopgirl giving me the eye as she walks past on Oxford Street (yes, I actually cop an IOI for a change) so that leads to a date and probably an upcoming blogpost. There’s a nice Chinese girl and then a strong hook from an Italian. I’m pleased.
After closing the Italian midweek I take my foot off the pedal. On Saturday I spend the afternoon in my favourite Caffe Nero reading an old Enid Blyton favourite until about 3pm when I shut the book. Decision time. Do I turn right towards my home and Bioshock Infinite or do I turn left towards the underground station and see what is on the streets? I turn left. Coming out of Green Park station I see the sun shining and people picnicking. I’m feeling chill and stateless. No intent but also no pressure. I slowly saunter through the park remembering Jon Matrix‘s old advice of letting all your energy and weight sink down into your legs to relax you. Coming out to Buckingham Palace I see my dream set.
Tall. Brunette. Camera. Tour book. Sensible walking shoes. Tight jeans….. and a rucksack.
I’ll say this again because it needs saying. Learn to cold read girls. Some of its obvious but ruminate on the clothing for a moment. A girl who puts on jeans and trainers has obviously planned to be walking around alot for sightseeing. She’s not expecting to meet anyone. So when you encounter her at 4pm its a strong bet that she’s been walking around for hours with no social contact, her feet hurt, and she’d love to idate.
My opener is the usual stuff about being an obvious tourist and I assumption stack on her being Central European, probably Slovakian. I “disbelieve” her on the “I’m German” because she doesn’t have a square head or lederhosen. Easy hook. Turns out she’s a competitive athlete. That explains the washboard stomach and toned legs. After ten minutes I walk her off through St James Park. As she keeps making conversation I know this is headed somewhere. Nonetheless it surprises me how fast.
Venue 1 is the park. I just want her walking with me to build momentum. It then seems really natural to finish the walk in Venue 2 – the cafe inside the National Gallery at Trafalgar. Beforehand I’m framing her about acting like an English lady to drink real English tea. I send her to get seats while I order tea. That’s a nice £4 idate. I’m doing mostly comfort with occasional spikes. She’s sedate but interested so I tell her about Sherlock Holmes and bounce her to Venue 3 – the Sherlock Holmes pub. But its busy and I don’t want to be jostled so we end up in another pub around the corner. I’m playing with her hands and hair now, with no flinching. Amber light, keep moving forwards. She knocks back a pint, saying its easy to drink English “pussy beer”. Keep telling yourself that, love. So long as you drink…..
Venue 4 is a turkish souk in Covent Garden. Although the sun is beaming outside its dark inside and not the usual cloud of shisha smoke. She’s sitting next to me now and I start the questions game. Even at this late a point, two hours in, I’m not sure. You always have to make a move so I kiss her. Great. It’s on. Now the only question is SDL or Day 2. I’m starting to think about the African girl who is texting asking to meet after her work at 8pm. I decide to stall her until I know what’s going on with the German.
Venue 5 is the Hawley Arms in Camden, the pub Amy Winehouse usually passed out in (that’s part of my seeding of it). I want to get her closer to my house and also compliance test moving her. It’s still sunshine so its no surprise she bites. She’s been in London three days and is going to start a summer internship. She wants to look around. We get the underground. Its far less pressure to get a tube to a daytime market than a nighttime taxi home. I just feel her momentum behind me like wind in my sails. The girl has abdicated responsibility for her day. She even tells me she has nothing to do and I have as long as I need with her (big green light).
We have a pint each in the Hawley, standing against a wall. I can now work little touches and squeezes on her while locking in and making her move around me in a nice oak-tree/squirrel dynamic. I’m closer and closer to pulling the trigger. Its hard to point to any identifiable signals but my intuition is telling me this girl wants her London adventure sex now. I walk her outside and notice a minicab office next door. I tell her “we’re going to the next place” and walk in to order one, imploring the guy “as soon as possible”. Trigger is pulled, now I must brazen it out, hold frame, and lead. When I come back outside she pipes up:
Her: What did you do?
Me: I ordered a taxi
Her: Where to?
Me: The next place
Her: Where is that? (as we are getting into a waiting cab)
Me: My garden
On the drive back I’m doing the usual bamboozlement to get her talking and not pushing any kino. We get wine in my local shop and then I give her the house tour ending at my room. Shoes off, music on, give her five minutes alone. She texts my address to her friend. The usual. The final escalation is quick. She lets me strip her naked with no fuss before I even have my t-shirt off. And then I’m fucking her.
She’s tense. Halfway through she needs me to roll off so she can gather herself. We chat while I stroke her hair and give physical comfort.
Her: I need to text my friend again. She wants to know I’m ok.
Me: What will you tell her?
Her: She’ll love this story. It’s so typical of me
My heart stops. Did I fuck up my calibration so bad? She’s got virginal written all over her and now she drops this bomb. Five minutes later I’ve got my dick in her again and I do the interview.
Me: You haven’t had much sex before, have you? (she has appalling technique, very stiff and clumsy)
Me: Can you count how many times?
Me: Two men?
Her: Yes. One was my friends older brother. The other was a school friend. One time each.
Me: What did you mean when you said your friend will love this story?
Her: I’m quite impulsive and like adventure (I relax)
Me: When did you know I’d be fucking you?
Her: In the souk. Before then I still wasn’t sure what you wanted
So there it is. Meet the girl at 4pm and fucking her by 9pm. A sweet leggy young German. Seeing as she’s hot and I want her on my rotation I fuck her twice that night then meet her the next day for comfort in Hyde Park and another fuck at home. Add to skype before my holiday and there it is. A new girlfriend (of sorts).
The African texts at 9pm to say she’s too tired after work and can we meet another day. A bird in the hand, and all that….
June 14, 2013 at 2:19 pm
You bastard Krauser 🙂 21 yo old. A man with a plan.
June 14, 2013 at 2:30 pm
You’re out of control Krauser, fucking incredible stuff.
June 14, 2013 at 2:41 pm
I agree that cold reading is essential.
It is a tool to choose targets, but its also great hack to actually conjure an opener or something to talk about out of thin air.
This helped me a lot when I was a newbie and I thought I didn’t have a lot to say.
What a girl is wearing is worth a thousand words.
June 14, 2013 at 5:36 pm
I was wondering when you’d stop all the fucking for a few minutes to write a few lay reports.
Kudos for posting the lay evidence – if she hasn’t been post processed in any way, she seems a bit comatose… how much rohypnol did you slip her?
June 14, 2013 at 6:38 pm
I took the Red Pill within hours after discovering the Mansophere mid-December 2011. No blogger has been more beneficial to my development from boy to man than you. Your posts are always helpful in showing and helping guys in their journey. Thank you for everything you do. This post today has inspired me to take my game to the next level. One day I hope I will get the chance to show my gratitude to you. Keep up the great work! [Thanks pal. Good luck. K.]
June 14, 2013 at 11:23 pm
I’m betting that all those years ago right after your marriage ended you’d never thought in a few years you would be fucking a lot of beautiful women and gaining the admiration and respect of fellows all over the world.
June 15, 2013 at 1:03 am
Ha, nice pull ya brighand!
June 15, 2013 at 8:10 am
What I am working towards. Thanks Krauser
June 15, 2013 at 8:41 am
The African texts at 9pm to say she’s too tired after work and can we meet another day. A bird in the hand, and all that….
Great post and interesting learnings. But the biggest learning here is the one of abundance vs scarcity…
This last line of the girl you’d kind of tenatively sort of made plans with flakes…but who cares…that’s for another day…
June 15, 2013 at 1:08 pm
that’s all i have to say.
June 15, 2013 at 1:44 pm
I love it when you bang a young’un Krauser.
In my fantasy world I am you.
June 15, 2013 at 5:05 pm
Was reviewing my highlights in your book Daygame Nitro this am before heading out for a session with my fellow daygame Alumni (Yad was here few weeks ago and saw him work some wonders as well, not to mention dispensing a lot of incisive wisdom).
Mr. K is simply a bad marketer of goods- For anyone interested in this subject that book is a gem.
June 15, 2013 at 5:29 pm
p.s. I got the biggest and blackest black eye you can imagine (from basketball this week) with stitches above it and immediately thought ‘there goes daygame for this week’. Then I thought ‘hell no, what would Swami Krauser do ?’ Onwards and upwards …..haha!!
June 17, 2013 at 3:59 pm
A black eye is crack to women. Instant conversation piece.
June 16, 2013 at 9:12 am
I believe that I may safely assert that no man ever has or ever will interrupt sex for the purpose of texting his mate as to his progress so far; as if a mountaineer were to pause at the camp immediately beneath the summit needing to let the world know that he is nearly there, prior to resuming his assent – or perhaps he should just return to base camp. Ye gods! At least I have the German flag – and almost as difficult.
June 17, 2013 at 3:01 pm
I have a question.
Based on your experience. How far into the date do you wait until you go for the kiss if at all?
Because I tend to find if I kiss a girl and it doesn’t go smoothly, I very rarely hear from her again due to giving the game away that i’m interested, unless I manage to f-close following the kiss. [Rarely longer than 2 hours. I just wait for the intuition based on how she’s taking all the other stuff. K.]
June 18, 2013 at 12:11 am
@Onder, watch out for IOI’s: is she staring at you intently, is she giggly at everything you say, is she leaning, waiting expectedly during pauses.
There are some great insights on K’s blog and videos as well as that legendary Yad video.
There are a variety of other game techniques available online about the k-close.
The easiest one is:
You: Do you want to kiss me?
Her: is she says “I don’t know” or some such—it means yes, go for it.
If she says “NO” just say “I didn’t say you could…just asking if you wanted to…” and plough on.
But you should be feeling the vibe.
In almost every recent case, I’ve gone for it. If there was resistance, just ignore it and continue talking about whatever as if nothing happened….
June 18, 2013 at 7:46 am
Good comment Walawala, nice to have a chateau referenced commenter onboard…
Onder: Not hearing from her after a kiss close is not that uncommon and simply a price of doing business in the seduction arts. If the kiss is “giving the game away that I am interested” then you are not properly sexualising the interaction verbally and physically pre kiss. There is a lot of material avaialble on escalation ladders (Di carlo etc) that you should read and put into practice.
Avoid the “Shazam! Look! I have a dick!” type of escalation where you go for the kiss in an uncalibrated amateur manner and practice reading where a girl’s buying temperature is at at all points of the interaction via her micro cues and tells.
If in doubt, always escalate so a flake post kiss is better than no kiss at all.
Who dares wins.
June 18, 2013 at 8:31 pm
Brilliant replies all around. Thanks guys.
I think I’ve figured out what the problem is. I simply went for the kiss without getting her to invest enough in the interaction.
I think the solution is to get her investing whilst rewarding her with sexual spikes and escalation, until she’s at a point where she’s literally gagging for it. By that point there should be enough of a vacuum to avoid getting rejected.
I spoke to Paul Janka about this not too long ago and he said being too aggressive is never a bad thing because it means you’re making an impact with the girl and with your core masculinity. Heartiste says the same thing when he says ‘err on the side of boldness’
I’ve never had a girl lose respect for me for going for it, even if she rejected me in the short term.
One last learning point I have to add despite it not being relevant to this post…
** As a rule, NEVER let an orbiter or a chode friend of hers know that you’re attracted to her. If any of them approaches you asking if you like her, promising they won’t say anything. Chances are, you’re as good as blown from the set for disclosing it. I’ve had a girl go completely cold on me over night and not realizing why until I sussed out what really happened. Orbiters are orbiters for a reason.
June 18, 2013 at 7:50 am
I should also add you shouldn’t use Nick’s <2 hour reference as a reliable guide. He is opening indirect-directly if not directly some of the time and this coupled with his very masculine frame will be telegraphing his intentions quicker than most and paving the way for faster escalations…
If you opened with "Excuse me, do you have a tube map?" (Credit Torrero) then you have an uphill struggle from there to sexualise the interaction.
June 18, 2013 at 10:00 am
I don’t recommend using that indirect opener (“Do you have a tube map?”) Alex. That’s in my book as an example of the type of openers I was using when I first got into daygame.
Much better for the interaction and your masculinity to go direct or indirect-direct. That’s all I teach now. In daygame, much of the directness comes from strong sub-communication and leading. Coupled with the aggressive front stop, it’s enough to let her know you mean business.
June 18, 2013 at 4:59 pm
Good evening Tom old boy, I’m well aware the tube map line was from your daygame infancy and you’ve moved on now – it was fresh in my mind as I’m 1/4 way through “Daygame” by a certain Mr Torero and thus it was fresh on my mind.
To all the indirect doubters, I add that TT gets laid a lot in the book via asking for metro maps so not to discount indirect depending on the context around the open.
Kudos to Mr Torero and Mr Krauser for writing the only two indispensible guides to daygame that are worth the investment.
Tom you owe me a foot massage now for that endorsement…
June 18, 2013 at 8:53 pm
The truth is Alex, there’s really no such thing as indirect, unless you’re looking to be friends with a girl. That’s why sexualizing it is so difficult.
With enough experience and getting the hang of the dynamic, you begin understanding that It’s always on from the moment you meet. So you cut away all of the riff raff.
It becomes even more evident when you notice it from a girl who’s attracted to you from the start pre approach. It’s hardly ever a friendly conversation and the tension is simmering beneath the surface.
The hard part for me has always been the calibration between that and going for the kiss as it’s always been hit and miss. But I’m sure that will even itself out in time.
June 25, 2013 at 1:31 am
nick, this is the second time i read this lay report and it is so damn beautiful. life is beautiful. life is full of beautiful opportunities.
December 26, 2013 at 5:32 pm
I don’t see the logic of you not going after native English women but going after German women. I don’t see any difference between them.
July 11, 2014 at 6:31 pm
It’s due to them being strangers in a strange land, thus making him shinier, and due to the transience of the encounter, thus freeing them from social constraints.
July 11, 2014 at 6:37 pm
Furthermore, there’s the strong advantage of having the upper hand of being an English native speaker versus a non-native anglophile.