The Italian Teacher – Part I

The Approach

Its Sunday, and I’m meeting Slider in the CBD for another daygame sesh.  I’m a little early, and jump off the tram to open a nice little Indian – or thereabouts – girl. I’m up the Paris end of Collins where the streets are empty and its easy to open.  A few minutes in, and I’m hoping for the instadate, but she scurries off to work instead. Making my way down to Swanston St and I spot a nice looking girl – just my sort. Leggy and exotic with dark features and huge curly hair. She’s dressed classy. I like.

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Face and hair like this, but shorter. Given the economic situation in Italy, I doubt she can afford that car.

I comment on the hair and guess she’s Italian.  Bullseye.  We discuss coffee in Italy and Melbourne, but after a couple of minutes my phone rings. Gotta remember to put it on silent when daygaming. If you ignore it to talk to her, then you look over-invested, but if you take too long on the phone she’s gonna get bored and leave.  Luckily its only Slider and he seems to get the idea to cut the convo.  I tell him I’ll meet him at Fee Square in 5, and the Italian and I walk down there.  I give my game a 5/10 ranking here, I was sure it wasn’t strong enough to get the number, but I like her, so I ask her if she wants to hang sometime and she agrees.  You always miss the shots you don’t take I guess.

Date No. 1

Txt game is easy. DHV with me cooking spicy food, keep it fun and when she mentions she loves Japanese food, its a good excuse for her to meet me. I’m not super confident because she’s about as hot a girl as I’ve laid to date, and because the set didn’t go super smoothly.  I needn’t have worried… she’s talkative and inquisitive, and after the mammoth amount of IOIs she managed to fit into the first 20min, I guess she’s pretty keen on me. Hooray, because I really like her, and I struggle not to give it all away too soon. She speaks several languages, has sophisticated hobbies (theater, ballet), and seems driven and loves learning. Yet she doesn’t come across as a nerd at all. My guess is due to her social confidence, she likes the dominant bad boy, but doesn’t find them stimulating intellectually.  Meanwhile most of the boys into the theater and what not are total pushovers. I’m not all that well versed in the classics and the European financial situation, but I know enough to fake it, and convey it with an assertive manner. She laps up the PhD I’m going to start ruin my life with. One thing to be careful of when getting academic: don’t let it get too dry and logical. I always do that. Keep it vivid and keep it fun.

Whatever I’m doing, it works. Soon, we’re sipping lemonade in a cool bar.  I’m in the corner of a couch, reclining and enjoying teasing her, whilst she’s leaning all the way in. Exactly where I want her. She’s all over me when I take the kiss – fark me, I used to get extremely jealous when I’d see that sorta scene in a bar. The conversation gets deeper – about our sexual habits funnily enough. After she spends ten minutes telling me about her preferences, she wonders why she’s so comfortable discussing something so intimate with a stranger.  I try on a little NLP here.

If we’d been drinking booze, we could blame it on that. But its just lemonade – wait, you didn’t spike my drink did you? [I pull back. She laughs].  Sometimes [begin to move closer again, slow down and lower voice] you meet someone [Look into her eyes]. And you click.  After an hour, you’ve known them your whole life [Touch her shoulder/squeeze her hand/etc]. You talk, and you talk and you talk. You feel at home with them – you can express anything you want to them.  Do you know that feeling?

There’s another little gambit I used. I thought it was really cool, and by her reaction, she did too.  It came off the back of me explaining that I’d been getting into Salsa dancing.

There’s two things that are great to do with a girl. Do you know what they are? [Of course not, but she can probably guess the first]. The first is to throw her on your bed and do with her as you will [You want to use some forceful/manly/even vulgar words here, to offset your second point, which is the velvet. Contrast game]. The second is to enjoy dancing with her. There’s nothing like dancing with a young, beautiful, graceful girl, and putting a big smile on her face. Its intoxicating. In the dance, the man is the leader – he guides the woman as he sees fit. He is the picture frame, and she is the picture. While he moves simply and directly, she will sway her hips, and shake her shoulders, drawing attention to herself. But he shows her how to move. Its a fantastic expression of feminine grace and male leadership.

I really like this one. I’ll have to refine it. It can be used at different stages of getting to know her, with different effects. Done right, it can

  • DHV: You dance salsa
  • Introduce sex as a comfortable topic
  • Sets the frame of you being the leader, and makes her feel feminine
  • Be a kino routine; grab her hands and show her how you communicate during the dance
  • Above all, its highly emotive and will get the pussy tingling

That more or less concluded the date. Hoping to close her later this week. We’ll see; it never pays to count your chickens and all that.

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The Japanese Touron

Being hungover can be great for my Daygame.  I just don’t give a fuck whether I live or die, so getting rejected is a triviality.  Bye bye approach anxiety.

Anywho, this is my favourite full close to date.  I’ve forgotten what I was doing the previous evening (probs down the Tranny), but I rolled into the CBD both hungover and keen to approach.  Warmed up on a nerdy Chinese girl, who was happy to chat but I wasn’t keen enough on her to take the number.  Cruising over to Bourke St, I spotted a girl talking to the people in the tourist booth, and knew she was for me.  Tallish, shoulder length dark hair, rock n roll leather jacket and a nice scarf.  Obviously a tourist – whom I make a point of opening – but also one of those girls that you feel you just have to introduce yourself to.

Hi, I’m Daniel.  

Actually, it wasn’t that smooth.  I waited for her to finish up at the booth, but being hungover, I didn’t notice her leave.  Fuck.  Spotted her coming out of a store five minutes later.  Open.  Turns out she’s a cute Japanese girl.  Nice.  A new flag.  She objects to the coffee instadate, but I’m hungover and don’t give a shit about taking what I want.  30 seconds later I tell her we’re getting coffee and march her off to one of my favourite haunts.  She’s pleasant and demure, a little shy.  I like her straight away.  She’s also only in town for two more days, and the next day she’s out on the Great Ocean Road.  Still, she seems open to the idea of meeting up, so I let her go with the promise to meet again.  She refuses the kiss close, but not in a negative way.

I tell her to meet me for sushi in my lunch break on Tuesday.  We hang for an hour, and I sneak in the kiss close, using my shy-girl kiss-close maneuver (invented the night before).  She agrees to meet for a drink when I finish work.  She’s leaving for Perth the next day, so the clock is ticking.  When we meet, she tells me she needs to get to her hostel by 9.30, for a party for her friend.  Bugger.  My place is about half an hour away.  Not good logistics, but in a nearby bar, we go through some sex talk, and I sense not all is lost.  After two drinks and some food, I tell her I wanna show her some music back at mine, and that I’ll get her back to the city by 9.30.  7.30 and we’re at my place.  Music comes on, I give her five minutes alone to relax, ten minutes of comfort, and then its heavy making out time.  Then she rocks the boat.  She’s not sure she wants her top to come off, so I give her what I now call The Speech.

I can tell from the way you talk, the way you move, that your life is a repetition.  You do the same things day in, day out.  Eat the same food, work at the same job, hang with the same friends.  [Voice becomes low and slow] But you came to Australia to have an adventure, to take a risk.  You wanted to try new things, learn about yourself.  I think you should take that risk.

She nods.

Hell yes, I can’t believe that worked.  Smooth sailing from then on.  She’s naked, beautiful and I give her a good ravishing. Land Ahoy.  I get her back to the city on time too; though I wanted her to stay… I liked that girl.

Advice for noobs

Could also be titled Daygame is a Bitch

This post isn’t intended to offer you the latest snazzy Daygame opener.  Its just advice that I hope will help guys stick with daygame.  Someone told me that there’s a 90% drop out rate for guys trying their hand at street approaching, and I’ve definitely met heaps of psyched guys only to have them drop off the radar a week or two later.  I’ve been doing 10-30 approaches a week for the last 6 months or so.  Its been one of the best six months of my life, up there with going on exchange to Sweden.  But at times its been really fucking hard as well*.  There’s two points I want to make which I hope stop some guys from giving up.

1. When you start out, street approaching is hard.  There were so many times when I was walking around getting rejected (or just not even approaching), thinking “Why am I doing this.  I could be at home chilling on the couch.”  Don’t let those thoughts get to you.  Its part of the process.  When I’ve told other guys about this, they’ve all said they felt the same way.  Daygame is a rollercoaster ride.  The lows and highs are extreme.  I remember being over the moon at my first number.  I have no idea how many numbers I’ve now collected, but its still a great feeling every time.  Next time getting rejected gets you down, remember that feeling could be just one more set away.  The youtube videos will have you believe it should all be fun and games, but its totally not, so don’t worry when not every set is a huge success.

2. Get yourself some wings that you get on well with, preferably who are at your level, and go have fun.  More important than any of the girls I’ve closed are the friendships I’ve made.  Getting rejected is a lot easier when you can go and have a laugh over it with your mate 10 seconds later.  On that note, go to all the meet ups you can, or organise your own.  If the newbies night  was anything to go by, then there are plenty of guys out there who are keen to make progress.

The rewards from this stuff are huge, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to go through a lot of hard work to get there.

*Funnily enough, the two things I’ve tried this year, daygaming and aid climbing, are both up their with some of the hardest shit I’ve ever done.  If anyone reading this knows what aid climbing is, don’t do it!  So many times I’ve thought to myself, Daygame is a bitch! or Aid climbing is a bitch!

By odinsfortress Posted in Game

October 2013 – An analysis of my game

I consider myself an amateur gamer.  Half the time, I’m still fumbling in the dark; trying this and that technique, because maybe it will work.  But the lights are slowly coming on.  Its easy to think the progress I’ve made is minuscule.  But compare October 2012-Dan to October 2013-Dan, and the difference is staggering.  To work out how far I’ve come, and where I want to go, I’ll rate my abilities in all facets of my game.  Periodically, I’ll write similar posts.

For whats its worth, I got serious about gaming in April 2012.  So 6 months thus far*.

Daygame

Massive improvement.  Lets face it, no one ever daygames before finding out about it, so I can’t compare me-now to me-a year-ago.  But I’m really hitting my stride, particularly in the last few weeks.  I now approach any girl I want (and I feel confident enough to be picky).  I understand the structure that I want to follow with my sets, though often I don’t succeed and get bogged down in boring conversation.  In the short term, I want to work on ploughing, not ejecting, and converting Maybe-girls to Yes-girls.  4 full closes so far, and I can feel a couple of others on the horizon. 10 sets should yield 2-4 numbers.  

Nightgame

Still pretty shit.  I struggle to open sober.  I just haven’t done enough of it.  I doubt I’ll ever be a really effective nightgamer.  I’m not loud, or that keen on large groups of people.  But I like music, dancing and hanging out in bars, so I’ll stick with it.  Plus the girls are fucking hot when dressed up.  However I don’t get that much pleasure from hooking up with drunk bitches with low self-esteem.  One thing I’ll say is I’m great at reading body language and eye contact… and thus working out when its on.  This works well with my chosen game (I’m tall, dress well, not altogether ugly/out of shape – or so I’m told).  I’m basically bolder and more calibrated than I was.  2 SNLs.

Dategame

I’m happy with my dates.  I love hanging out in Melbourne with a demure young girl.  I’ve got a good range of places to go, and don’t get nervous or worry about whether a date will be awkward, because it won’t be.  I do need to get better at getting a girl back to my place for sex.  I’m also intrigued by NLP and voice tonality, and other ways to make my conversation more interesting.  I’ll be looking into this in the future.

Inner game

I’m way more confident than I’ve ever been.  I feel that I’ve got power over my life, and that my options (girls, career, etc) are open.  Having said that, I’ve not actively tried to improve my inner game, but it will be something for the future.  Meditation is on the list of things to do.

In general, I’d like to:

  • Up the asshole factor
  • Be more assertive
  • Learn to discuss academic topics whilst not boring my audience

In the last month or so, I’ve realised that the sky is the limit with daygame.  If I don’t lose my interest in it, I know that I can go a long way with it.  That’s been a pattern since finding out about game:

  1. Not believing that it works
  2. Believing that it works, but having it seem so beyond me that I could never do it.  When I talked to girls I was happy if I could keep aconversation going.  Tailoring my responses to elicit certain reactions from a girl would not happen.
  3. Understanding some basics of game, but still being lost and overwhelmed.  I would put this down to a lack of calibration.
  4. Now I realise its all just a matter of time spent in set.  I can do this.

Odin will continue the quest.

*Ok, where the fuck did 2013 go?

A feminist submits…

A fact of life, and a key part of of every gamer’s tool box is that women love to submit to a strong man.

Leadership is a skill of men, and when it comes to courting the fairer sex, a man must learn to be decisive.  You make your intentions known when approaching, you choose which cafe to patronise on the instadate.  In the bedroom, its no different, and nothing made this clearer to me than Friday night’s lay.  Here’s how it went down.

Friday night, and Slider, K and myself are out on the town. After a few false starts, we find ourselves  – of course – at the Tranny.  There wasn’t a whole lot going on, but K spotted and nicely opened a bunch of hidden Venezuelan girls… however we later found ourselves inundated with (fairly cool) Venezuelan dudes.  Nothing doing.

Over to the dance floor.  Again, some sets that went nowhere fast.  Hmmm.  Slider’s still with a Venezuelan – grabbing her number I believe, and K and I were about ready to move on.  A two set ambles past, and I open the only acceptable (the best way to describe her) girl, who hooks fairly easily. She’s half Fijian (though you wouldn’t know it), half Kiwi.  Over the next hour things progress with some intimate dancing and making out.  Her friend – who, it turns out lives in my street – gives me the go ahead, which is very nice of her indeed.

Through the course of the evening a few red flags have reared their ugly heads.  She:

  • Refuses to dance to Blurred Lines
  • Doesn’t like ‘offensive’ terms such as ‘banging girls’
  • Likes to throw around the phrase ‘rape culture’

A clear indication of her views on gender politics, but nonetheless she’s pleasant and fun to dance with.  Sooner or later we’re back at my place (She wants to pay for the cab.  I am happy about this.  Fuck me I’m poor!!).  As the clothes come off, I politely inform her that I’ll be fucking her every which way under the sun.  The conversation goes like this (ad libbed as I was drunk and don’t remember the exact words – they’re not important but the meaning behind them is).

Me: Do you realise that I’ll be doing to you whatever I please.  I’ll be doing you hard, and you may have trouble walking tomorrow morning.

Her: Don’t saaaay that, its demeeeeaning.  [I stick my cock in and slowly start thrusting]

Me: Its true.  Its going to be harder than you can imagine.

Her: Yes!  Please! More! etc 

I carry on in the same vein… I don’t think I’ve ever been that verbally intense with a girl, and she’s loving it.  Its the type of degrading sex you see in a dirty porno.  When I’m done she starts flipping out.  Her body’s having a big argument with her brain.  Its all “I needed that.  It was fantastic –  I loved it.  But why did I love it.  That’s bad.  I’m worried.  It shouldn’t be like that.”  She decides she wants more but I’m drunk and sleepy.

Conclusion: Girls love to submit to a strong man.  It doesn’t mean that you’re demeaning them or getting one over them.  Its not misogynistic.  Its just how things are.  They get as much pleasure from it as you do from ripping the clothes off a young hottie.  Get into beast mode in the bedroom.

In the morning, she tells me she’s heard that 90% of college men have committed rape.  Bloody hell, where do they get these ideas from.