Jimmy and I are thinking of hitting a full week of daygame, trying to get into stride for our the upcoming jaunt to Latvia. We want some new infields, some new local targets, and try some stuff out. It’s blisteringly cold as we shuffle around Camden Market. Very few nice girls on the streets. There’s not even many shoppers. We struggle to find sets.

After a couple of hours we are having to use mental discipline. Finally I get lucky and spot a Russian model hiding under a hat and crappy clothes. I’m not that easily fooled. I open. See the first set on the video. She’s very challenging at first and like most Russian girls just won’t crack open for the first minute. I plough, she steals the frame and I figure I might as well go with it because it’s my first real set of the day. She gives me a lovely smile on the close but it still feels weak. I’m surprised she accepts the add, and more surprised still when she comes online at midnight and I get the following half hour chat out of her (see below video).

I meet Jimmy in a pub to warm up the old bones and he’s in set with an Aussie girl. Aussies don’t count so we head back out. We’ve done a three set of beautiful Portuguese tourists. My target is into me giving me the sparkling eyes / beaming smile routine and Jimmy’s is into him but she won’t talk. Suddenly she cockblocks and the set is dead. Boo!

I’m writing the day off when it takes a sudden upswing. Jimmy goes chasing a girl down the street but she’s not much up close so he doesn’t open. While he’s gone I see a stunning 6ft Russian walk towards me. She’s not my type at all but objectively beautiful. If she dolled up and walked into a club on your arm then every last one of the punters would assume you’re a rock star. Unbeatable arm candy. I’m conflicted. I feel cold to her, no blood-bubble at all and yet I know she’s hot and a 100% Jimmy girl.

I wait. Thinking. Confused.

Then I see Jimmy on his way back. Ok, I’m gonna give him a set. I stop the Russian.

She stops easily and gives me a beaming smile. She hasn’t even heard my opener, she’s just in a great mood to be opened. I briefly reconsider taking the set for myself but I think I really am not into this type of girl. I mumble to stall her, asking about her English and where she’s from. Then as Jimmy approaches I say she looks exactly like his ex-girlfriend and it’s a weird coincidence, they could be twins. I call J-Bone over and he’s expecting to wing which doesn’t usually happen when I’m in a one-set. I re-run the opener, tell him in code that she’s not my target, then once they swap a few sentences I pretend my phone is ringing and get out of there.

Jimmy knows the score and spends ten minutes working till she thrusts her number onto him. Meanwhile I see an adorable Brazilian walk past and I know karma has rewarded my selflessness. If I’d messed around with the Russian I’d have been ruled out of the Brazilian. I run over and open saying her pigtails are very Japanese and cute. She’s a super-strong hook immediately. Five minutes on the street and I bounce her for coffee. Watch the video – that’s what a Krauser girl looks like and she’s massively into me [sound is out of synch though]. Jimmy plonks himself upstairs so I go up to have a word. As I come back, half an hour into the date my girl has written her contact info on a paper and tells me she’s arranged to meet a friend for dinner but wants to go out again with me. I add the facebook.

A cold day but alls well that ends well.

Facebook chat with Russian model (not my girlfriend, a different Russian model)

Me – she’s checking me out……  [the approach wasn’t very sexual, so try to hint it here]
Her – and by “she” you mean?…  [playful shit test]
Me – some Tartar girl    kinda cute but a bit quiet  [set the frame – either I’m wasting my time or I’m not. I need to find out]
Her – Tartar    lol    what makes you think i’m checking you out?  [trying to keep “audition” frame]
Me – I can’t believe you didn’t laugh at my joke about the sauce    I was really proud of that one  [Snip. Remind her of the approach]
Her – oh I’m sorry
Me – -5 points
Her – what…
Me – (my internet is bad tonight)    You said Manchester, didn’t you?    Going to visit friends [Snip. Some simple comfort]
Her – so is mine but whatever    yes i did  [totally uninvested right now]
Me – I’ve only been there once. I liked it. But everyone was wearing tracksuits    It was the age of Oasis  [she’s giving me very little so I try to shift it to something interesting]
Her – interesting  [I’m close to calling it a dead set now]
Me – really, how?  [Last chance for her to do a bit of the work herself. I’m not a pushover]
Her – why would everyone wear tracksuits  [ok, she’s not being too rude]
Me – [link to photo] a weird cultural thing

A cock-munching street homo

Her – and this is our weird cultural thing i guess  [great, she adds her own value. It’s just a shit test]
[photo of matching tracksuit bottoms, but on a gangly awkward Russian chode]
Me – a perfect match!    is that Russian?
Her – the trousers aren´t originally RUssian but so many people wear them there
Me – wow, you’ll fit in well at Manchester    People will think you are a local  [tease]
Her – i don’t!    i don’t wear those  [hit!]
Me – maybe if you put on some weight. Ate lots of kebabs and fish and chips [run with it]
Her – oh nooo    i think im fine the way i am right now..  [some emotional investment]
Me – you could get really drunk on cheap cocktails, then vomit in the street    like the Manchester girls  [in for a penny, in for a pound. This is the first stirring of emotions I’ve gotten so I’m gonna keep stirring]
Her – ew stop it  [hit!]
Me – 😛  [and release]
Her – gross!    i don’t do that lol  [she’s engaged now]
Me – so anyways, have you had a good day?  [comfort]
Her – yeah it was pretty good  [terse]
Me – any highlights?  [prod]
Her – a nice dinner at a spanish restaurant i guess
Me – tapas?    I love patatas bravas 😀
Her – yup
Me – I took my friends to Malaga a year ago and we spent all week in the tapas bars, and local bars    We’re going again in April  [I guess she’s just not gonna open up]
Her – must have been fun 🙂
Me – Great memories    Have you travelled much?    Did you say you grew up in three places?  [show her I actually listened a bit]
Her – i haven’t travelled that much… but i did live in Greece and the US for quite a long time
Me – do you speak Greek?
Her – not really    i was brought up by my own parents, not by Greek people after all    unless eating lots of olives and feta cheese counts  [she’s softening a bit, joking a little]
Me – it counts    a little bit  [reward but not too much, she doesn’t deserve it]
Her – good
Me – Do you feel like a wanderer?    After I lived in Japan for so long, I kinda lost some of my roots    It’s not a bad thing. Just different  [drive-by DHV, talk about emotional topic]
Her – nope, i was too young then    you lived in Japan?  [mild IOI]
Me – 5 years  [not gonna jump immediately into giving value, make her ask for it]
Her – that’s a lot
Me – I love Japan so much. Had a great time    I spent the first year living in a tiny fishing village on a tropical island there    Have you heard of Okinawa?  [DHV]
Her – sounds familiar
Me – hang on    …    I sometimes had picnics from this mountain     [link]

Really, I did live here

Her – that looks great
Me – So beautiful. I had my own private beach    sort of   The island had only a few thousand people    I taught in the Junior High School there for a year    My house was by the beach. In the evening I’d brew a mug of hot coffee, then walk to the sea wall    I could sit on the wall and just look out across the sea for miles, listening to the waves hit against the wall    very relaxing    I’ve loved being near rivers or the sea ever since  [paint a picture]
Her – what did you teach there?    must have been a great time  [I still haven’t figured out if she’s like this with everyone or just not much interested in me. Probably the latter, but if she keeps talking I’ll get her eventually]
Me – English    Yeah. After London, it was a big change. I didn’t want to leave. I got to know everyone there. The kids were great    I used to have morning coffee with the mayor every
Her – nice
Me – do judo with the boys
Her – so 5 years right?    that’s a long time  [she’s just prodding me into talking more. I figure there’s nothing to lose by doing so. Painter is sending me naked photos in a concurrent facebook chat so I need to be online anyway]
Me – 1 year in Okinawa, 4 years in Tokyo    I was in a private high school teaching for 2 years in Tokyo    loved it    but I also did lots of kickboxing there    lots more nightlife in Tokyo, obviously    Where’s your favourite place?  [DHV then question]
Her – Athens and [her hometown] i guess    and I really like London as well
Me – very different    what’s cool about [her hometown]?
Her – okaay I need to go to bed now. gotta get up early tomorrow    I guess it’s just my hometown and that’s it
Me – Ok, get some sleep.    You leave on [a few days time]?  [tell her to do what she is gonna do anyway]
Her – it’s rather big but not too crowded and i like the weather changes   yes
Me – are you coming back to London before you go home?
Her – just for a day
Me – hmmmm
Her – even less than that
Me – wanna squeeze a coffee in tomorrow afternoon?  [no harm trying. Make her decide if she’s just passively leeching value or actually gonna commit to something]
Her – I’m not really sure because I had some plans but I might have some time    idk when exactly though
Me – ok    well, I’m busy in the morning but fairly good for after then    [my number]    text me if you want to
Her – ok i’ll text you tomorrow once i am done with the stuff i need to do    good night!
Me – sleep well    😉
Her – tnx you too

I’d say chances of the date are 30%. Chances of Long Game are about 70%. This was hard work, building a conversation out of nothing. It’s notable mainly for what is not in there. She has dozens of beautiful portfolio photos in her albums and I studiously don’t comment on them, I don’t IOI her for anything, and I only reward when she does something to earn it. She’s used to being told she’s beautiful. I don’t care. This is the same sort of conversation I’d have with a Seven.

In my first foray into online game I messaged five girls. The results are in:

• Pinky – No reply, no evidence she opened the mail.
• Asian – Replied with a slightly indignant response like I’d prodded her vanity. Didn’t seem to get the joke.
• Black – Checked my profile. No reply.
• Brown – No reply, no evidence she opened the mail.
• Bitchy – Great response, see below. Notably, she doesn’t seem to have checked my profile. She just riffed on the original mail.

So out of five mails, three of them drew a girl’s attention and one hooked well. Here’s the full text of the exchange with Bitchy which all took place on the same evening as my original message.

Me: Your photo intrigued me for all the wrong reasons (for you). Such a “look at me, I’m the princess” pout I thought: this profile is gonna be funny, let’s see how much self-delusion can be squeezed into a single About Me section.But no, you seem like a normal, down to earth girl. Except Dan Brown – ugh!

Her: Haaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I must’ve walked under some ladders and kicked some black cats because my luck has been shitty of late. I’ve had flu twice in three months and two minor colds. Waking up this morning to teach bootcamp the glands around my throat were so swollen it hurt to swallow and tossed and turned in bed getting a sum total of three hours sleep. Very much breaking my daygame rule of “get a good nights sleep and feel refreshed”.

Nonetheless I stumble out and do a few demo sets for the students. This is the best of them. It’s really nothing to get excited about because at best its a 50/50 she’ll contact me, probably less. But she had a bizarre vibe to her and there was some fun challenging interplay between us.

0:29 – She’s pulling a “what’s going on” face
0:36 – Don’t be scared to comment on racial factors. Girls really don’t care.
0:38 – The first indicator that this is a confident girl with some creativity on her side. She’s not going to lock up.
0:44 – So I go straight into a tease to show I can play this game too. I’ll keep coming back to it.
1:00 – Personalise it all to her.
1:07 – She’s very comfortable now she knows I’m not a mugger. I’m pegging her as having high self esteem and good social skills. Nice.
1:14 – More teasing but also screening to see if she’s a perpetual student (which I don’t like)
1:22 – The mutually agreed frame is banter and challenge. It doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s alot of fun to have a girl stand up for herself and throw things back at you.
1:32 – Time constraint. So everything now has to be hurried. I manage to string it out eight minutes in the end which is a sign she enjoys the interaction.
1:40 – I was not expecting her to extend this with questions. Might as well run with it and throw in some cheesy obvious DHVs.
2:20 – Very basic mild defiance gets a laugh. Don’t be agreeing to everything a girl says.
2:31 – Callback humour to her posh voice and then a tease about Manchester culture.
2:54 – I’m just free associating because I know she might head off any time this gets boring or has a long pause. She’s enjoying it, but has a real time constraint which I’m gradually weakening.
3:12 – She enjoyed that cold read about “incongrous”. It’s contrast game from me. Act like a retard and throw in some hints I’m actually smart and well read.
3:30 – She’s sharp, relaxed and fun. I’m really enjoying talking to her.
3:44 – Notice how her body never stops pointing vaguely in the direction she was walking. This is because I never fully kill momentum. The time constraint is constantly there.
4:26 – I’m introducing a theme that I drop unexpectedly educated words into an otherwise normal conversation, to see if she notices and plays ball.
4:41 – I really don’t know what she was thinking here.
4:55 – Normally this means a dead end but it does no harm and in this case it sounds like she’s genuinely considering the date. God knows what’s holding her back.
5:30 – More dumbass teasing
6:08 – She likes arrogance so I throw some in and she IOIs twice with a smile and a question.
6:25 – She picks up the ball on the clever word game.
7:13 – Callback humour to her posh voice. My tone makes it a qualifier because I clearly like her accent.
7:48 – She does the clever word game again.

Generally speaking I have a low opinion of online game. It is designed to fail. The only girls who would use it are those who are too old/ugly or too busy (=career woman= masculine= unattractive) to pick up guys face to face. The only men online are those too scared to overcome approach anxiety. Thus online game is just low value men spamming the inboxes of low value women, making out their entitlement complexes. Not for me.

Then look at how sites like Match and eHarmony are marketed. They are flagrantly positioned as “find a sucker” for over-30s women to get married off. Thus my conclusion that online game is a waste of time, like trawling through a sea of sewage in search of an occasional zircon. Why bother when I can just see a girl on the street and get her.

Over the past six months I’ve watched Burto and Tony T mercilessly invade dating sites and string together an unending ho train of ready, willing, and most importantly fuckable girls. They’ve cracked the code. So my ears perked up. Then Jimmy jumped in and found an entertaining way to get these girls – troll the fuck out of them and then turn the anger response into attraction. That’s fun.

So I’m giving online game another chance, as of today. I’m gonna pick the brains of T-bone, B-bone and J-bone to figure out a style that works for me. My profile is up and it’s heavy on the playful douchbag, qualifying girls from the first sentence. Here’s the mails I sent out today. Results (or lack of them) should come through in the next two days.

Pinky

Girl One – Pinky has a short playful profile presenting herself as a cute fun girl who wants a fun guy with kind eyes she can swim in.
Subject: Your hair scares my dog
Message: Nice colour, but really. When Bodger walked past my laptop he yelped and hit in his basket.

Asian

Girl Two – Asian has “activity” photos and a few smiley ones. She’s a bit dull and talks about her favourite tv shows and travel destinations. She doesn’t say it, but looks like an office girl.
Subject: Your profile is masculine
Message: Skydiving, travelling and stuff. Maybe if you’d put up a few photos of you baking a nice cake, and maybe wearing a cute summer dress, somebody would look and think “she’d make a good little wife”

Black

Girl Three – Black has put alot of effort into her profile to describe her hobbies. She comes off as a feisty charity worker who wants to be a bit quirky. Likeable but a bit full of it.
Subject: You lost me at “RSPCA”
Message: We have pretty much nothing in common. I dislike hip hop, amateur dramatic, and prodnose charities. That said, being a man, I liked your photos so I thought I’d force myself to read past the first paragraph. Just in case there was some gold to be found in your character traits.  Not sure. You’re a marmite girl – you’ll inspire love or hate and not much inbetween.

Girl Four – Brown has one sentence describing the type of guy she wants and one photo that doesn’t even show her full face. Entitlement is written all over her.
Subject: Honestly, that’s all you have?
Message: You’re asking alot for a girl who has one badly-cropped photo and a half-arsed About Me section. I spent two hours writing my profile, filling it with subtle wit and screening questions. Then I carefully went through my photos to present a well-balanced introduction to who I am.  Your sheer audacity intrigues me. But my attraction-o-meter is barely registering.

Bitchy

Girl Five – Bitchy has an annoying photo but her profile is actually nice and sweet.
Subject: You look bitchy
Message: Your photo intrigued me for all the wrong reasons (for you). Such a “look at me, I’m the princess” pout I thought: this profile is gonna be funny, let’s see how much self-delusion can be squeezed into a single About Me section. But no, you seem like a normal, down to earth girl. Except Dan Brown – ugh!

I’ve left the messages exactly as written, so if the girls are smart enough to google the text they’ll find this page and see what I’m up to. I messaged another four girls. I might do a second post.

A couple of months ago I opened a sweet English girl near Trafalgar Square in day game. It was an unremarkable set. Nice ten minutes of banter and she responded well but it never quite seemed to reach a point where I could commit her. Nonetheless I follow up. I post this long text exchange to show one way of warming up a cold lead. It takes lots of texts so it’s important to enjoy the process for self-amusement, rather than as a means to an end.

Me: So is this [button nose]? The kinda cute but kinda feisty girl who owes Nick a coffee (white americano, no sugar)
Her: do i look like a girl who buys men drinks?  [shit test, hard and fast]
Me: No. Just mine.  [stand my ground, cocky arrogance]
Her: you are so insane.  [IOI]
Me: Uh-huh. I’m on my way out now. Talk soon. I’m thinking Saturday afternoon, about 5pm. Be a good girl and say “yay!”
Her: im not a good girl and maybe ill discuss with my boyfriend then see. ur outrageous.
Me: Cool

So nothing happens. It’s a cute girl who likes me but she’s got a boyfriend and she doesn’t like me enough to ignore the fact. There’s lots of sets like this so I move on. Three weeks later I’m browsing my contacts with a new warm-up text in mind. A few cold leads get the same text and Button Nose responds.

Me 3:18am – You just invaded my dream. I can’t even remember what you look like. That’s totally not fair.  [draw her in on her vanity because girls need to know how people perceive them, but make it clear it wasn’t a pervy dream]
Her 8:32am – Sorry who is this? i dont have this number saved…  [proves how little investment she has right now]
Her 10:36am – ?? Come on i am so curious now i don’t have this number in my phone..   [I’d not replied for two hours. She’s started work and it’s nawing at her mind]
Me 10:38am – Don’t worry about it, you barely know me 😉   [more defiance – a normal guy would been saying “It’s Nick! We met at Trafalgar Sq three weeks ago. Remember?”]
Her 10:39am – it doesn’t matter if i barely know you then how do you have my number?
Me 10:40am – You liked me so you gave it to me. I don’t think you do that often to strangers. [framing her as liking me and me being different]
Her 10:42am – I don’t… So where did i meet u? If u have forgotten my face it had to have been long ago right?
Me 10:45am – Just a few weeks ago. We were both stone cold sober. I might not remember your face, but I do remember meeting. Dunno your excuse…  [slightly challenging]
Her 10:55am – It would be helpful if u gave me your name or where we met and then i will remember… come on if u waited 2 weeks to text or something what do you expect?  [this one unanswered question has been spun out so long that it allows me to DHV and invest her]
Her 11:00am – I am fairly sure i remember you but i changed phones so my sim lost you.. are you the sandwich compliment man who chased me down outside costa?  [I don’t want to be framed as “sandwich compliment guy”]
Me 11:02am – Not sure about a sandwich. I think I complimented your arse or your walk.  [remind her how sexual the opener was]
Her 11:03am – Sandwich complimenting! U complimented them in an offensive way!  [mild shit test / banter]
Me 11:05am – Offensive? Yeah right… Little Miss Innocent now, are you?  [introduce an image]
Her 11:08am – Of course! I was raised catholic 😉 i think using the word slutty was a bit much…  [playing along]
Me 11:16am – So should I apologise and do some Hail Marys?
Her 11:18am – i could def use some form of grovelling right now… bad dayyy  [she’s opening up a little about herself, a move into rapport]
Her 11:18am – Maybe explain what i was doing in ur dream  [she’d almost forgotten the original text because of how I distracted her]
Me 11:24am – It wasn’t sexual. Well, not very… You were sort of a cameo character in the background. I don’t remember the details – you know how dreams are – but somehow it was definitely you.  [this is basically a neg]
Her 11:29am – How…. flattering?
Me 11:31am – Oh, I like you Button Nose. But I don’t control my subconscious. Why’s your day so bad?  [SOI and stack forwards. You can’t tease forever, I’ve done enough attraction for now]
Her 11:50am – Oh god its an old cliche to be honest… ‘my boyfriend and i broke up’ blah blah blah. But you know… new day, new start  [sometimes you get lucky with timing and logistics. Have to be careful not to jump on it with lame “hey baby, forget him, you’ve got me” lame-assery]
Me 11:55am – Boo, that sucks   Does your breakup recovery plan involve chocolate and wine?
Her 11:56am – No because that will lead to weight gain and me feeling even worse!! My break up plan involves fruit and cocktails. Lol i don’t know i don’t have a break up plan i am not organized enough.
Me 11:58am – If I was proper shifty, I’d be looking to pounce during your window of emotional vulnerability right now….  [verbalising the obvious subtext]
Her 12:00pm – ‘if’??!! Anyway sadly for anyone thinking that, break ups make me toughen up.
Me 12:11pm – Ok, I’m shifty…. Unburden yourself on your girl friends for a few days (I’m a bad listener), then we’ll do something together  [ordering her to do what she’d do anyway while showing intent and a lack of outcome dependence]
Her 12:11pm – Hahahahahahahahahahaah ok