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 15^th March I flew to Tallinn having never done a Daygame set in my life. On the 18^th 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 5^th 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