Daygame and my first 300 sets, lessons, musings and reflections

I recently published a simple breakdown of my first 300 Daygame sets and it prompted a few people to message me and ask for a more detailed reflection on this period. So here it is. I only intend to offer some broad-based reflections of how I got into Game/Daygame. I will share in a later post my own take on Daygame, my mindset, as well as my method. How I feel now, may of course be very different to how I feel about the State of the Art by the time I have reached 1,000 sets and beyond. I’d be amazed if my thinking had not changed considerably by then.

How did I get into Game?

Like a lot of men, I could not see the wood for the trees, I simply couldn’t see what was in front of me. In those post-30 years I began to at least recognise one picture – and that was the obscenely skewed nature of the dating scene and male/female dating dynamic in the United Kingdom. Within a few years I found myself (still enjoying my bitter diet of Blue Pill Gruel) a sad, pathetic participant in endless rounds of PoF and Tinder rejection, with the odd decent highlight, as I competed with an assortment of low-and high value men for the same attention whores, single-mothers, tatted-skets and land-whales.

It was and remains, a great time to be a low-value female in the UK.

I recall some 7 years ago, a good friend of mine moved to Ukraine (Kyiv) to teach and eventually run the quasi-sales process of a national language institute. For years we kept in touch, meeting in our home town for beers from time to time:

What is it about Kyiv” I would ask, with that after taste of naïve stupidity, thinking of course that he was embedded in some post-Soviet Monolithic concrete jungle 24/7.

Come and see” was his stock response (always with a glint in his eye).

After some years I did indeed get off my arse (I think in 2016 to be precise) and I stayed with him. It was a long weekend. Spent walking around Maidan, drinking in Shooters and generally – well – being frustrated. I returned on another occasion and again the next year. I felt myself strangely lost at sea at this point in my life. Here I was surrounded by all of this European and Slavic beauty (the women, the bars, and the city). I would return home having made a little bit of conversation with a girl or two in Shooters. But that was it.

A chance visit again to Kyiv saw me bump into 4 British guys in Shooters. All dressed up like they were leading roles in a Guy Ritchie movie (I now know they were doing what is known in Mystery nomenclature as ‘peacocking’.

 “What twats” I thought to myself, as I enviously stared at them, drinking my gin & tonic as they danced with cute girls into the night.

The next day, by chance, I ran into these guys in Podol and we spent the next 2 days meeting up and going for drinks. I remember one of them turned to me as we walked along the street on that hot June day and he said,

Check out the Roosh V forum. You need to check this forum out”. He held my eye for a second and I knew immediately – instinctively – that I was being led toward something I needed.

On my return home I immersed myself in the forum. This quickly led me to Roosh V’s books (DayBang, Game etc). I bought these books and was taken in a myriad direction into Youtube (Coach Corey Wayne, Tod V etc). All of which began to reform my views about myself, my motivation, my view on life. By this point I had noted the many excellent city guides and data sheets for various countries and cities across the world. It came at me like a diamond-tipped titanium bullet and it hit me right between the eyes – I had been living life all wrong. I had been viewing women all wrong. I had been viewing myself all wrong.

I cannot stress how much of a change seemed to occur in me that summer and autumn in 2018. For the first time in my life I felt like I was stepping outside of myself. Outside of my surroundings. I was making sense of my ingrained natural propensity to want to fuck younger and hotter girls. I was making sense of the difficulties and challenges that now presented themselves as I entered my mid-30s – making the afore mentioned aspiration all the more challenging.

I was consuming as much media as I could on YouTube. Many NFL Sunday’s were preceded by copious video sessions of solid Manosphere material. I did not fully know it, by I was intravenously taking the Red Pill. I was decoding my emotions and my feelings and my anger and my resentment. My frustrations were shared by many. But it was not sympathy I was after. I did not want to simply be a forum member. I wanted more. I wanted to make more positive, practical changes to my life, my existence, my sex life, my sense of value as a man.

By this time I was immersed in the American PUA School and I was intrigued by Todd V’s methods and his passive/neutral form of Game – of simply talking to women (and in some cases apparently seducing them). Here was an average guy putting his balls on the block and saying let’s have at it. I immersed myself in his material. I realised I needed to take this forward. I began to look for UK based counterparts to the American guys and it wasn’t long until I discovered those 4 little words that changed my life:

The London Daygame Model

YouTube quickly introduced me to the likes of Yad and Tom Torero. I (like many others) began to watch and analyse Tom’s work, the model, and the stages and to imprint this framework into my brain. By this point I was yet to even do a set. I was alone in Newcastle. An Island. Not a single friend of mine could relate to the material I had been consuming for the best part of 6 months. And here I was about to enter into the world of Daygame on my own. A man kicking the arse of his mid-30s.

I recall one Sunday I came across a few videos of a guy who was, incidentally, from my hometown. There he was in a Russian shopping centre being recorded doing sets and engaging with women very badly. I have to say my toes curled when I watched those Daygame Mediocrity videos. I thought here is a guy from Newcastle doing ‘Daygame’ terribly in foreign cities. I genuinely thought I had found some parody-piece. How wrong I was. Unlike many others, here was a player who was loading up his own learning curve – warts and all for people to see. As the weeks progressed, I quickly learnt that my fellow Geordie was indeed one, if not the leading-light in this field. I took a lot from him. Although I don’t actively do ‘his Game’ nor do I ‘do’ Torero’s Game (I must stress that I find the concept of ‘hustling’ completely averse to a clean and strong masculine mental framework) – I am only doing this because of those two men. So it is fitting to dedicate my first year and my first 300 sets to both Nick and Tom; who, without the work these two men have put in (and been good enough to load up to the internet – specifically in the form of TT’s podcasts which were devoured as I drove between meetings) I would not be sat here writing this summary as I am now. Credit also to my wing and mate @matt_the_viking who inboxed me one day and introduced me to the Newcastle scene. There is a small tier of us who occasionally Daygame and Nightgame together. Both Matt and I have Gamed overseas on two occasions now and I have learned a lot from him. Solid guy, solid wing.

The Start

2018 came and went. On the 15th March I flew to Tallinn having never done a Daygame set in my life. On the 18th March I returned home having done I think 2 sets (both essentially indirect – including asking one very cute blonde where a good coffee shop was, walking to her coffee shop (she was incidentally on her way to work) and trying to number close her as she ended up serving me coffee). I relied on Tinder on this trip. I went home from trip frustrated. I vowed to rip the training wheels off with my teeth and man up and get the fuck on with it from now on. On reaching Edinburgh I opened a leggy Latvian girl at the Airport bus-stop. This Daygame opening led to the toilet disaster in the Lake District a mere few weeks later.  

On the 5th April I went into Newcastle and did my first set on home city soil. She was a Chinese girl. She jumped out of her skin. But I number closed her. I recall being very nervous and my hands basically shaking as I typed her number into my phone. We had a date set for the following Saturday but she blocked me on the Thursday night as she felt I was only after one thing.

I decided to book another trip to Tallinn for the following month. As it happened it coincided with a client meeting. Over this intervening period I felt amped. I was confident and motivated. Eager to throw myself into it as soon as I landed. And so it came to be that this was the trip where my Daygame journey started in earnest. In 4 nights I had three girls, including one Daygame SDL, one from Nightgame and another from Daygame on a D1 (after 2 cancelled dates). So here it was. My first dedicated Euro Jaunt where I decided to go in hard on Daygame: 23 sets on this trip had led to two Daygame conversions and a third from my first set in a club. Three girls: Finland, Georgia and Estonia. If you include the Latvian from the airport – that was three Daygame conversions in not even 30 sets.

I was hooked.

Part 2 – Reflections on my Models and my Method


Comments

4 responses to “Daygame and my first 300 sets, lessons, musings and reflections”

  1. Great post, looking forward to the 2nd part.
    As a side note: did you find any value in Roosh’s books? I discovered Roosh only a few years ago and from the outside he always seemed like a weirdo and crank to me. Bought one book, “Bang Latvia” I believe, and thought: that guy doesn’t seem to be happy and doesn’t seem to enjoy game at all.

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    1. Yeah Roosh is a very nuanced guy with an obvious North American way of doing things. His books are clearly valuable but don’t really offer content that is up relevant to women of today who are immersed in validation.

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  2. You’re welcome pal. Nice post. I hope you go on to enjoy a long and exciting daygame career.

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    1. Appreciated. Be good to see you if back on tyneside mate.

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