Adventure Sex – book excerpt #2

February 4, 2016
krauserpua

Thanks for the feedback so far. Here’s the next part of the same chapter (skipping a couple of paragraphs after the section in my previous post). Again I stress this is a draft, and has not changed since I re-wrote it a month ago.

I arrived in Serbia at the end of the first week of May, four days after Tom and a week before John. The sun shone brilliantly through the windows of the airport minibus and I found myself gazing at the afternoon city skyline, drifting into daydreams. It had been over six months since my last visit.

I alighted at the bus station by the river and dragged my suitcase up the bank towards the Old Town. That end of town – like most Central bus and train stations – is where the crazies congregate. In 2015 it would be a tent town as the fake refugees from “Syria” camped out and talked in Albanian and Turkish accents about all the welfare they’d collect and white women they’d rape when eventually landing in Germany. Back in 2014 it was more gypsy and Kosovan – slightly less menacing but just as squalid and dishonest. Skin tones noticeably lightened as the altitude increased, dragging that suitcase over cobbled backstreets thronged with street hawkers selling leather belts, old books, and other junk from atop milk crates.

The whole time I enjoyed building anticipation. I’d made this uphill climb many times before and knew what awaits at the summit. Once you reach the top you’re in White Town (figuratively speaking). That’s the old affluent area where all the people with good jobs (a rarity in Serbia) go to shop and all the young girls go to promenade. As so often happens in Belgrade, after enduring ten minutes of fat, brown, smelly gypsies with crooked teeth and shifty morals, I was suddenly blown away at meeting the full humans.

It was a sunny spring day and everyone was outside. I wandered wide-eyed by the university buildings. Hordes of hot young girls, all aged eighteen to twenty, milled around with their tight clothes, long legs and thick black hair. It didn’t matter whether they were sitting alone on a bench reading a library book or picnicking with friends on a grassy knoll, they were all broadcasting the same message loud and clear.

“Pick us up Nick! Please charm our knickers off and give us a rogering we’ll never forget.”

My landlord was a chilled university student with rich parents. He stood at the door smiling while I explored the little studio with its modern fittings, walk-in shower and a reasonably comfortable sofa-bed. I plugged my laptop into the flat-screen TV, connected to WiFi and gave him the thumbs up. Unlike Minsk, this apartment was not going to chip away at my vibe every morning. Belgrade is a far nicer place to live, even before you look at the girls.

Within ten minutes I was sitting on a rickety metal chair in Boutique cafe at the main square waiting for Tom to show up. He’d arrived four days earlier and gone straight to business. It had been a tough start for him, absorbing fourteen straight blowouts until the fifteenth girl had been an instant date, a Day 2 the next day around Kalemegdan fortress and then sex on his fourth day in town. He likes Belgrade but finds it a bit difficult compared to Russia, whereas I’m the opposite.

“Lovely vibe here, isn’t it” he enthused, wiping a smudge of green peppercorn sauce from this mouth and then diving back into his beefsteak.

Adventure Sex – Book Excerpt #1

February 2, 2016
krauserpua

This winter I’ve been knuckling down with the business of writing my next book. I left the local cafe this afternoon having just finished chapter twenty-nine, making the total (current) wordcount 144k and my rewrite has gotten up to 121k of that. I teased an excerpt so here it is. Bear in mind this is still a draft.

Chapter Twenty – Greater Serbia

My week in Newcastle was all about relaxation, seeing my family, spending time with my nephews, and playing a few video games. Travelling uproots me because there’s no sense of grounding or stability. There’s a kind of meta-stability in the sense that in every country I visit, I can follow the same routine and there’s a certain familiarity with the method and with it a certain predictability. Nonetheless, I’ve found it whittles me down over time. I returned home to remind myself that I can be a normal person doing normal things, if only for a week before the wolves start howling again.

I’ve found that the transience of Euro-jaunting unmoors the boat and separates me from the local and specific. Think of it this way: as a young boy my entire world was a one-square-mile patch of land around my house. That’s where I ate, drank, schooled, played and explored. I knew every path of that land – which neighbours would chase you if you jumped through their hedges and which wouldn’t, where the stingy nettles were, which trees were easy to climb. We local kids had our own names for the best play areas. For example, my house was built over an old mining railway that had long since fallen into disuse and had the tracks removed. So now there was a long straight trail of several miles leading from the top of the hill down to the river. About a hundred metres down from my house there were two identical tiny railway bridges side by side – which were now pedestrianised – spanning a two-lane road. Weeds, long grass and nettle bushes turned the twenty metres between the bridges into wilderness, a steep high wall marking the drop to the road below, and a council yard full of building materials occupied the other side.

We called this area “the Blue Bridges” and it was great for hide-and-seek and also doing dares, such as walking along the outside of the bridge while the traffic whizzed twenty metres below. It was the last frontier of “our turf” before the next housing estate which we rarely ventured into.

Kids stuff, I know. The point is that as a child my life was intensely local and specific. I was tied logistically and emotionally to a small patch of land and the people therein – blood and soil, if you want to be dramatic about it. Euro-jaunting represents the opposite end of the local-global spectrum. I was now ranging far and wide across entire continents, cherry picking very specific elements as my cocoon to live in. I’d stay in a city a month without seeing much more than a few streets, cafés, bars and clubs. The only people I’d meet were women aged eighteen-to-thirty and at the upper end of beauty.

“Where did you go this time?” my grandmother would ask as we shared tea and biscuits at her nursing home.
“Minsk, Belarus” I’d reply.
“Oooooh! That sounds far away. It is nice?”
“Yeah. It’s the former Soviet Union” I’d continue.
“Oooooh! What’s it like there? Are the people interesting? You must have seen a lot of the world now!” she’d excitedly ask.

And I wouldn’t have an answer for her. In my month in Belarus I’d not seen a single theatre performance, no cinema screening, nor been inside a museum. I couldn’t tell you a single street name except those honouring Bolshevik idols. I’d not spoken to a single local man in a social context. At least John had been to the cinema to watch performing monkeys.

That’s how it is with Euro-jaunting. It made me disassociated from humanity. I’d feel like I was a ghost floating several inches off the ground and never quite touching anything real. It was like Bruce Willis in the Sixth Sense. Eventually it messes with my mind.

I might post more of this chapter later. Any thoughts? I suppose this is a little like those open betas video game developers do.

Male Power Complex – The Blue Pill

January 30, 2016
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Irony can be quite ironic at times.

I was minding my own business at the seaside market today. I’d gone along to have coffee with my brother and pick up a series of nice retro Agatha Christie book club editions. Sitting myself down in a leather chair by the fire of my favourite pub, I pressed on with light reading. Bliss.

An hour later the coffees had gone right through me. Time for a piss.

English readers will be well aware of the ubiquitous condom machines in every pub toilets. In the past decade they’ve expanded the product range to include breathmints, cock rings, lube and god knows what else. After a traumatic experience as a teenager of such a machine swallowing five of my pound coins one night when I had a girl waiting for me in the bar, I decided to never bestow my patronage upon them again.

But I did chuckle when I saw the latest machine here.

Photo with my own camera, today

Photo with my own camera, today

Let’s just tick off the unintentional ironic humour……

  • A magic pill to increase your sexual prowess. Check.
  • A herbal remedy for the New Age man whose mind is so open his brain has fallen out. Check.
  • Male power is unintentionally pathologised as a “complex” by Feminine Imperative. Check.
  • Machine is fitted to the wall next to a condom machine, so it’s a useless product right next to one that actually does facillitate sex. Check.

I dare say they’ve correctly labelled it as the Ultimate Blue Pill. I’m being facetious of course, reading far too much into it than it deserves. Anyway, it made me chuckle.

My winter writing hibernation

January 28, 2016
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Regular readers with a firm grasp of past-present-future will be aware that I haven’t posted here in over two weeks. This after a rash of new posts too. What’s up? Allow me to explain.

The Euro-Jaunt season for me begins in earnest in April – because that’s when the weather becomes agreeable – and then wraps up in October. Usually I want to squeeze a little more juice out of the lemon so I may do a short trip in the month either side of this window. Only masochists travel to the continent over winter. I much prefer hibernation. Every player needs an off-season so you might as well take it during the coldest months.

In 2012 and 2013 I did try to avoid winter entirely by travelling to the southern hemisphere but that proved to be fools gold. The women are a substantial downgrade from Europe, the men are low quality to hang out with, and the countries are – frankly – shit. I tried Brazil, Mexico, Cuba and Thailand. Except for the pre-existing friends I got to travel with, all were shit.

In addition to wishing I was back in Europe with civilised people and slim pretty women, I also noticed I wasn’t benefiting from an off-season to recharge my batteries. So I gave up the Tim Ferris freedom porn dream. Wintering in the southern hemisphere doesn’t suit someone of my tastes. I’ve got friends who love beaches, scuba, hostels and mediocre women – more power to them, but not for me.

There’s another reason I hibernate that is entirely business-related. When I’m in Europe I’m constantly thinking about women. I simply cannot focus on anything else. At a push, I can focus long enough to write a 1,000 word blogpost. But a product? Or a book? No chance.

Hibernation is the time that I’m free of distractions. I can potter about all day like a senile old man on his gardening allotment. That’s the time I catch up on my work and get stuff done. Here’s a typical day for me this winter.

  • 11am – Wake up. Put on my dressing gown then walk downstairs to brew a pot of coffee. Sit in a chair next to the radiator while I check my messages, Facebook, and favourite blogs.
  • Noon – After two cups of coffee, I dress in cheap training gear and walk down to the gym. Including stretching and walking each way, that’s a bit over an hour out the house.
  • 1pm – Microwave a Pot O’Gold pre-prepared rice/chicken meal bought from the gym. Have a shower. Get properly dressed.
  • 2pm – Walk to the Costa Cafe in the hospital grounds near my house. Buy a latte, plug in my laptop and tinker away with any business admin, a new vanity project I’m doing. Maybe troll Twitter for a while.
  • 3pm – Start work on the book I’m writing. After four hours or so I’ll have written another chapter. That’s my target – one chapter a day.
  • 8pm – The cafe closes so I’ll close my laptop (or my paperback novel if I did that instead). Walk home, turn on my gaming PC and then spend the rest of the evening switching between video games, TV, internet and arguing with my mother.

Living the dream!

Hard at work on the quadrilogy, yesterday

Hard at work on the quadrilogy, yesterday

This is all a rather long-winded way to bring you to my main point. The reason I’m not blogging much this month is I’m working on my next book, which is volume four of the memoir*. I dictated all the stories into my audio recorder back in December 2014 while the year’s adventure was still fresh in my mind. A transcriber girl turned that into a 200k-word transcript which I then worked with an editor to reduce down to a 100k first draft that was a publishable manuscript.

Thing is, I wasn’t happy to just have a normal book. I want it to be really good. I’ll only write my memoir once so I want to get it right first time and I’ve found that “becoming a proper writer” is a good little mission for me. So after being completely distracted by 2015’s Euro Jaunt, the manuscript was gathering figurative dust on my figurative book shelf on my laptop hard drive. I figuratively dusted it off in December and started the laborious process of re-writing the manuscript from the beginning.

As of this moment, I’ve completed the rewrite up to chapter 27 of 39*****. It’s looking good. Way better literary quality than Balls Deep. Total wordcount just passed 140k words and I expect the final version to be 150k (is it a coincidence that both Daygame Mastery and Primal Seduction were also 150k words?)***

At a chapter per day, I’ll be finished in two weeks. That’s when my blogging ought to pick up steam again**

488 pages. Fuck.

488 pages. Fuck.

Don’t get too excited about seeing Adventure Sex (working title) any time soon. Finishing the manuscript is simply the big scary milestone. It’s not the end. The next step is to begin instructing all my contractors – line editor, caricature artist, layout designer, cover artist – and having a few friends provide holistic feedback. Then there’s the tedious process of fixing typos and errors, then test prints and ……. oh fucking hell why do I bother for a book that I know won’t make any money?

Vanity is a powerful motivating force.

It’s generally accepted that if you blog three posts per week of original content (i.e. not just the “link & comment” tosh which most guys do) with each post around 1,000 words then you are a very active blogger.

Thus calculated, my book contains the content of a full year’s active blogging. That’s in addition to the actual blog. And the podcasts.

It’s something of a strategic risk to devote so much time to writing a book when I could put that energy into expanding my YouTube channel, or posting up theory pieces on my blog, or doing a new technique manual, or writing posts about Donald Trump, Ronda Rousey, Kanye West or whoever else is the link&comment flavour of the month.

The thing is, I don’t like to focus my energy on ephemeral content. Think how many blog posts you’ve read in the manosphere that are completely forgetable. There is a growing literature in the manosphere / PUA sphere that goes beyond throwaway “How to be alpha” ebooks. I want to write books that stand the test of time.****

The feedback over the years has been that my readers are pretty high-brow. They are smart guys who like to read original content, guys who are resistant to lightweight link pieces or generic “Five ways to….” clickbait lists. My readers don’t flit from flower to flower nor do they have the memory of a goldfish. I figure you guys are happy to just wait for good content and then read it when it’s ready.

So I’m working hard to deliver you 150k words of quality storytelling that is loaded with technical advice. It will use narrative to draw you into a state that allows your mind to absorb the lessons without it feeling like homework.

I’ll post up a book extract in a couple of days to whet your appetite.

* There’ll be another post on why I’ve written the memoir out of sequence

** If you’re craving regular winter daygame content you could do worse that to check out some of the newer player’s journey blogs: City Daygame, The Pursuit Of Women, The Alpha Teacher, TD Daygame, Numbnuts McNumpty – These are all guys I’ve met and who do real, consistent daygame in the LDM style.

*** There’s still a hack on my SigmaWolf website that shows a pop-up trying to get you to click onto spam sites. Don’t click on them! The checkout is still secure, so don’t worry about getting ripped off. I’m working on a fix but it’s a pretty bad infestation.

**** With this in mind, that’s why I was happy to spend five days writing feedback to Tom on his new textbook a week ago.

***** In the four hours since posting this up, I’ve done another 4,288 words to bring it up to chapter 28 and current wordcount of 141,270. Go me!

Scott Adams and his Master Seducer / Persuader series

January 11, 2016
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I’ve just started reading Scott Dilbert’s Adams’ blog and in particular his Master Persuader series on Donald Trump (h/t Mike at Danger&Play). Each time I read a post I start transposing words like a find/place bot swapping “Trump” for “the player” and “voter” for “girl”. That in itself was interesting because I’ve found this is a general habit for me. Every time I learn something new my mind tries to find a game lesson in it.

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But let’s stick with Dilbert Adams. First allow me to quote him at length.

“Have you ever been listening to Donald Trump speaking, or reading one of his quotes, and found yourself laughing out loud?

Maybe you think he has a good sense of humor and he says funny stuff. Maybe you think he is so shocking that you laugh out of social horror. Maybe you love how he pokes your political enemies. If you are not a Trump fan, maybe you think you are laughing at him, or laughing out of disgust, or out of certainty he will be dooming himself this time for sure.

It’s a tell for persuasion. You laugh at Trump because you feel the persuasion, on a subconscious level, and not because anything was especially funny.

When I learned hypnosis, the instructor taught us that subjects often laugh during an induction.”

Laughter is a tell for persuasion. A causeless laugh means you got persuaded to the point where it challenged some long-held truth in your mind. The laugh is an automatic reflex in that situation.”

People often tell me that making girls laugh isn’t seductive: “bro, you’re not a comedian”. If you’re on a nightclub dancefloor grinding a drunk horny girl, I’ll agree. If you’re on a street stop or first date with a girl then I most certainly disagree.

Game is about persuading the girl to sleep with you. That’s the very essence of dealing with Maybe Girls. Note that “persuasion” is not the same as wheedling, begging, imploring or logic-ing. You are attracting a girl’s attention, getting her interested, then persuading her to reach a decision that leads to action. It’s the AIDA model from sales. When you lay a cocky tease on a girl early in the set she laughs. It’s not a ha-ha laugh, it’s more like a “I’m can’t believe you just said that” laugh that crackles with sexual tension. The better your sexual vibe the more she’ll produce illogical giggles and laughs as an exhaust pipe for her growing sexual interest.

The girl is feeling persuasion. She senses her increasing sexual attraction towards you and can’t help laughing to cope with the tension. Look for it. It means you’re winning.

It's not his money that makes him alpha

It’s not his money that makes him alpha

Let’s try another one of Adams’ posts from the series:

“I can’t stop laughing about Trump’s Iowa reframing. You probably heard about it. The setup goes like this:

– Trump was trailing Cruz in Iowa polls.
– Trump taunted an Iowa audience with “You have not picked a lot of winners.”
– The media reported Trump’s taunts.

And the very next poll showed Trump slightly atop Cruz. The trap that Trump set for Iowa is that they can either vote for him – in which case he wins – or they can vote for Cruz and prove he was right about Iowa having a bad track record. Then, say the polls, he will go on to win New Hampshire.

What you think you see is Trump telling people they should vote for him. In the 2D world, he is simply using different language to say what all politicians say. But in the 3D world of persuasion Trump just created a situation in which…wait for it… Iowans are voting on their own intelligence. That’s an identity play. You should recognize it by now as the strongest form of persuasion.

Here’s what does NOT work: “Look at my awesome policies.”
Here’s what DOES work: “Smart people vote this way.”

This is exactly what we do when we’re reframing the girl on the good girl / bad girl spectrum. We are inviting her to position herself as either:

  • The bad girl who has to pretend to be a good girl, but we both know better, nudge wink
  • The good girl who has a bad girl inside her trying to get out

Both positions increase the likelihood of fast sex. This is the “Iowa picking a winner” position. The alternative is for her to be one of those boring good girls just like everyone else – the “Iowa having a bad track record position”. We are making an identity play on her wish to be different from all those other girls.

So we cold read the girl and reframe the adventure sex option. “You look like a kitten on the outside but there’s a tiger inside”. “I get the feeling you are more adventurous than you look”. “Look at that [item of clothing]. You almost convinced me you were a good girl until I noticed that.”

There’s a segment in Daygame Overkill all about how to do this and why. Like Adams says, it’s an identity play. You aren’t convincing her that you’re a logical (i.e. high SMV) alliance to make. You’re persuading her on the basis that she’s a bit special and likes adventure. Then you provide her with a safe outlet to pursue it (you).

“When you hear mentions of Trump as a good front-runner it means – to borrow a phrase from the world of investing – we are on the brink of “capitulation.” That’s the point where everyone just stops resisting the idea of a President Trump and starts adjusting to the reality of it.”

A girl might resist this positioning but if you keep reframing her you’ll often feel that moment of capitulation arrive. She decides she’s gonna do that one crazy thing after all. She’s capitulated to the idea of being in your bed and starts adjusting to the reality of it. YOLO.

Add together the two Dilbert Adams’ concepts and you get why the Daygame Overkill style fractionates between the highly sexual bad boy and the charmingly polite gentleman. We need the smarts to verbally convey the reframing and as the likeability cover for the outrageous pushes and pulls that make her laugh.

The Text Clinic Is In Session

January 7, 2016
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A standard tool in the daygamer’s arsenal is the Photo Reply. You’ll be swapping WhatsApp messages and an opportunity presents itself for a solid tingle-inducing retort. Wouldn’t it be nice if you had some go-to photos to drop in those occasions where Google Images isn’t returning the right stuff from your search?

Ok, let’s consider some situations and the correct picture to send. I’ve used all of these pictures over the past month, though some are old favourites rather than new entrants *  Bear in mind each one of these pictures is a separate chat – you’re not supposed to unload them all onto the poor girl.

  1. Seasonal Greetings

You: Merry Christmas!

Her: Merry Christmas! How was your day?

You:

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You: Hey fancypants 🙂  I played Santa at a Christmas party today!

Her: Wow! Really???

You:

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2. How’s Your Day?

Her: Good morning!! How are you today?

You: I think I’m ill.

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You: Eating porridge and drinking cocoa. Living the dream! How are you?

Her: I had a bad day 😦

You:

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3. Irreverent Nonsense

You: I’ve been reading all about dinosaurs today. They are daaaaaaaangerous :O

Her: Haha, what?

You:

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You: I had to go to the hospital today for a brain scan.

Her: Oh no! :/  Is it serious?

You: Yes, the doctors are very worried about my brain. It looks like this….

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4. She scolds you

Her: Now I’m angry! You shouldn’t say that.

You: You mad bro?

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You: Send me a photo

Her: No!

You:

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* I’d give you screencaps of them in use on my Whatsapp but I just can’t be bothered to scroll back through all my chats. This is meant to be a fast post.

The Player’s Journey Blog

January 4, 2016
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I’m not a big fan of New Year’s resolutions. It took me a long time to figure out why and I think the answer is I prefer to just press on with a plan, doing more-or-less the right things day after day. I’d form a habit and keep it up than write lists on Post-It notes. If I sometimes welched and took it easy then so be it – humans are not robots and sometimes we need time off to restore balance and enthusiasm.

That said, the New Year is a good time to take stock of your life and flip the hard reset button so you can initiate new plans. Most of you have probably already bought your gym memberships, jogging shoes, and copy of Daygame Overkill. Good luck!

One recommendation I do have for aspiring daygamers is to start a Player’s Journey blog. They are free to do on WordPress and really simple. Just open the brower-based wordpad and type away. Have a look on Google Images for a photo of a hot bird to stick at the top of each post. Done. Sorted.

Done and sorted, yesterday

Done and sorted, yesterday

If you’re not interested in writing, then don’t bother at all. This post will give a little advice to those of you with an itch to write. If you’re not feeling that itch, don’t force yourself into doing something you have no love for. Save that limited pool of self-discipline for your actual real-life cold approaching. But, assuming you’re gonna write…………… let’s start with simple set-up.

THE PLATFORM

1. Use WordPress
Spoogle’s Blogger platform is ugly and unwieldy. WordPress is extremely user friendly and all the default free themes and hosting work just fine in the beginning. You can get your own domain name and hosting later if you decide to keep on blogging. Don’t pay anyone a penny in the first few months until you’ve found your feet. This is a hobby not a business.

2. Be anonymous
Choose a PUA name and set up completely separate Gmail and WordPress accounts. It may surprise you that my comments queue often shows the real email account the reader logged in under, and if I copy-paste that into Facebook or Linked In then I know exactly who they are, where they live, and who their employer is. I don’t care but there’s always a snidey hater out there somewhere who can use that to make trouble for you*. So put up a firewall.

3. Lock it
For the first month or so it’s probably best to keep the blog private while you find your feet. You may decide to keep it permanently private – like Tom did – or open it up later – like I did.

4. Have fun
Go onto fiverr.com and hire a logo designer to give you a $5 brand logo and another to give you a $5 banner for the top of the blog**. It’s dumb but its easy and good for lulz. If you’re stuck for ideas just take photos with your camera phone when you’re in a supermarket, record store or games store. Send that logo to the designer and say “like this but [colours] and [text]”

Okay then, so you’re sitting on a new blog and the page is blank, waiting for My First Post. What the hell are you going to write about?

THE CONTENT

Mike Cernovich has an excellent post on how to create a compelling blog. Put simply, his formula is: (i) talk about a problem you had (ii) talk about how you overcame it (iii) tell the reader what you’ve learned that can help them do the same.

The Player’s Journey naturally fits this pattern because the problem is getting laid, the solution is game, and the advice is your specific routines or mindsets. But let’s break it down further:

Every idea, experience or opinion you ever have can be:

  • broken down fractally into additional ideas, experiences and opinions
  • expanded horizontally to wash over other topics to which the same principles apply, i.e. mindwank
  • expanded vertically into further minute detail, i.e. a deep dive
  • described both literally & evidentially, and also figuratively & symbolically.
Symbolism, yesterday

Symbolism, yesterday

What this means to the daygame blogger is he has an unlimited number of things to write about. Unlike the normal non-fiction blogger we also have another never-ending content generator: your experience on the streets.

Every time you step onto the streets you create content a story: If you cold approach then each set is the story. If you weasel out and spend the afternoon eating Haribo while crying in a back alley that’s also a potential story a full length book. Even if you stay home that day and read a book – that’s still a story if you follow Mike’s formula. For as long as you’re “in the game” you’ll have things to write about.

THE STYLE

There is one reason – and only one – why readers will return to your blog and eventually become a loyal following. This reason is AUTHENTICITY.

If you’re planning the blog to monetise it as your location-independent income then give up now. It won’t happen. I’ve been blogging since 2009 (I may have even been the first consistent daygame blogger – I’m not sure), I succeeded on the street, I co-invented the method, I wrote five books, and I’m a pretty good writer too. Despite all these things in my favour, I’ll always be able to make far more $$$ from my real career than from blogging. Daygame is simply too niche to make anyone rich.

What’s your sales proposition? “Nick Krauser without the originality or talent”

Nobody wants to read your 5 Ways To Open In A Supermarket or How To Think Like James Bond. There are better-established and more talented guys out there already trying to push that shit and they don’t make much money either. Pretty much the only way to make money in that style is the Return Of Kings way: Leverage an already really big platform and then troll mentally unstable fringe elements for hate-clicks, positioning yourself as the crusader for justice that all the perma-angry lost boys can look up to.

Daygame will never be big enough for those banner ads to make you money. You have to go after feminists or write angry reviews about the new Star Wars movie. Waste of time. So, give it up. Blogging is not about income. I’ll finish this post with what I consider good reasons to blog.

Do you want to troll these people for clicks?

Do you want to troll these people for clicks?

So, lets get back to authenticity. Given that you’re not trying to impress people with your mad skillz in order to sell coaching, what are you trying to do?

The goal of every player’s journey blog should be to authentically and sincerely reflect your experience of the streets and what you think about it.

Your blog will take the reader through all the postives: the wide-eyed hope of taking control of your dating life, the excitement of taking the first pretty girl’s number, the camaraderie of meeting other players and sinking into the Secret Society, the sense of achievement from pushing against adversity week after week. It will also cover the negatives: the misery of ten consecutive blowouts, the frustration of a last-gasp failure in the bedroom, the self-doubt and isolation as you drop out of the matrix.

Your blog will be compelling because you are re-creating the emotional rollercoaster that you live day after day. Some readers will be pulled in as voyeurs peeking at a life less ordinary. Other readers will be fellow travellers who want to compare their experiences to yours. This only works if you’re AUTHENTIC and SINCERE.

Drop those “5 things you didn’t know about….” posts. Tell your real experiences. Follow Mike’s formula.

Liberte, egalitaire, and rapid escalation

Liberte, egalitaire, and rapid escalation

THE CLASSIC STYLE

There is a writing style developed in France by Descartes*** called “the classic style”. It’s essentially an invisible style because every good writer uses it. It’s like Call of Duty’s “aim down sights” mechanic – it’s simply the way things are done and it doesn’t cross your mind it had to be invented and was once a brand new mechanic associated with one particular franchise.

Steve Sailer explains the style better than me here including this money quote from Pinker:

The guiding metaphor of classic style is seeing the world. The writer can see something that the reader has not yet noticed, and he orients the reader so she can see for herself. The purpose of writing is presentation, and its motive is disinterested truth. It succeeds when it aligns language with truth, the proof of success being clarity and simplicity. The truth can be known and is not the same as the language that reveals it; prose is a window onto the world. The writer knows the truth before putting it into words; he is not using the occasion of writing to sort out what he thinks. The writer and the reader are equals: The reader can recognize the truth when she sees it, as long as she is given an unobstructed view. And the process of directing the reader’s gaze takes the form of a conversation.

The key take-away is stop second-guessing yourself and stop going all “meta” in your writing. Speak plainly and directly, like you are telling a story to your friends in the pub (for field reports) or explaining your opinion in a discussion (for theory pieces). Assume you’re the expert and the reader is an intelligent layman, then make an AUTHENTIC and SINCERE attempt to convey the information.

If you start posturing, you’re done. In the beginning you can’t help but posture and grandstand but we’ll get to that another time. It’s okay, it comes with the territory when you write about Game because you’ll often slip into “aspirational writing” as you use your blog to try to game yourself into higher peformance. But try to restrain your ego.

THE EXPERTISE

“But Nick, I’m a noob not an expert. I barely understand daygame. Why would anyone listen to me?”

You are the expert of your own experience. Nobody in the world can relate the truth of your experience better than you can. I remember a time when I was seven years old and I fell out of a tree on the hill next to my junior school. There were many expert tree-climbing boys in my school who could’ve better advised you on the correct way to climb that tree. However none of them could better relate my particular story of falling out of this particular tree. I could tell a great story about how I felt on ascent and then again on my rather speedier descent.

I’d rather read an authentic and sincere field report about blowouts than a posturing grandstanding puff piece about a same day lay. Most readers would.

WHY WRITE?

From the beginning of this post I assumed you have an interest in writing. That’s ultimately what will push you one way or the other. If you do begin a Players Journey blog, you’ll quite likely notice that within six months most of the following benefits accrue to you:

  • Accountability: You never truly understand something until you try to explain it in writing (Daygame Mastery taught me that above eveything else). By practicising the discipline of coming home after a session (daygame, reading, gym, whatever) and then organising your thoughts into a blogpost, you will be training yourself to take responsibilty. That’s a universally attractive masculine trait.
  • Purpose: It’s sometimes easy to lose your way along the journey, finding yourself spinning your wheels. The blog gives you forward direction as a mini-project. You get to potter on your virtual allotment to keep your mind turning, and you’ll often force yourself onto the street just so you have something to write about. The blog becomes your wing, egging you on.
  • Storytelling: A key skill in cold approach pick up is to spontaneously generate observations, mythologies and stories from the very beginning all the way through the date and relationship. Your blog is practice for that.
  • Self Awareness: The blog encourages you to introspect about your motivations, techniques and results so that you can better identify problems and trends. It encourages that observing ego that stands outside of you, looking in. That helps maintain a forward direction when everything else around you is a whirlwind.
  • Comaraderie: In the beginning no-one reads you but the blog helps you take on the identity of “player” or “daygamer” which helps overcome the awkwardness you feel with the old chode identity you’re trying to shed. Later you’ll draw comments and these guys will help you feel part of something larger than yourself.
  • Contacts: Your blog will function like an online resume for potential wings. Even guys like Bodi – whose blog is mostly a repository of misery and disappointment – can leverage it to arrange meet-ups with guys on the other side of the world who read him. If you write with authenticity and sincerity, people will want to hang out with you. No longer will you suffer the horror of an LSS forum meet-up.
  • Thinking Out Loud: One exercise I recommend noobs do is sit in a cafe and look at the girls walking by. Make an assumption stack and mythology for each girl. Keep drilling until you can immediately generate the first thirty seconds of a set for any girl you see (my Black Book video goes into detail on this drill, including many examples). Your blog will also work this way as you think aloud in your posts as you grapple with ideas and try to work your way through them. Any of my readers who browses back to earlier years will be able to trace how the ideas were formulated.
  • Your Memoir: You don’t have to be so vain as to write an actual memoir. However just as teenage girls like to keep diaries charting their progression from ponies to One Direction to Lemmy Kilmister we players chart our own progression. It’s pleasant to look back on where you were and what you used to think, then shake your head thinking “what a silly boy.”

Writing a blog is a labour of love. If any of you do get it going, I wish you luck. A few months from now I’ll do a round-up of player’s journey blogs. So, if you start now and follow this advice you can be sure you’ll at least get announced to the world a few months from now and get some readers.

* If your blog gains a little traction you’ll certainly attract marauding gammas. They roam the internet looking for bloggers they can attach to and then start reframing them, making them feel bad, and pull them into their reality-weave. It’s a little like how every second hand bookstore is a magnet for crazy homeless people. Be ruthless in banning them.

** And before you ask – no, my banner wasn’t $5 you cheeky cunts.

*** French social theory may be the worst in the world but their 19th century writers, such as Dumas, were frequently fantastic.

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