January ‘Progress’ & Lay Report.

Seven hours of daylight, rain and grey skies. Europe is largely closed. A trip to Brazil cancelled. Rotator cuff issues. Size-10/12 posh southern fatties dressed in their vile fashion, ill-fitting ‘mum jeans’ (worn even by the men), nose piercings and that dumb, drone-like southern accent as they walk around town with their beanpole-weirdo male friends who are themselves the definition of fucking little streaks off piss in their Mileta sportswear.

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Trampy little fuckers, the lot of them. But I still feel a sense of optimism and I am intent to keep up my activity levels.

January statistics:

Sets: 20

Numbers: 6

Instagram: 1

Dates: 3 (1 British, 1 Chinese, 1 Polish).

Lays: 1

Nationalities opened: Romanian, Chinese, Polish, British, Lithuanian, Greek, Bahrain.

20 opens, 3 dates and 1 lay.

In late December I had one girl back to mine resulting in a near-miss (no sex but everything else) while In January I have had 3 dates. 1. The Polish girl basically would not let me kiss her and I was rebuffed several times. Fuck it. All fine. I am intensely comfortable with this. 2. As for the Chinese robot, this is unequivocally the last time I open a Chinese. I detest these people. 3. British girl (see lay report below). The relative highlights for this month are:

1. A set with a hot Romanian who was super keen and into me on WhatsApp, but then fell off the radar.
2. A shit-testing Masters student who is pretty hot, and has really warmed up following our date (lay report).
3. A very hot 19 year-old Lithuanian. This was probably my best set of the month. Lasted around 20 minutes and I had fun operating between the attraction and comfort states. This lead came on the back of a 10k step investment as I was just about to pack up for the day. Working on a date this week.

The overall mental framework needed to do daygame in Newcastle is as follows: You need to be prepared to put in work. You need to be prepared to deal with predominantly shitty attitudes on women (almost always overwhelmingly British women). They are suspicious, socially retarded, extremely uncultured and basic. They display many of the worst traits of low-IQ men such as drug-use, habitual alcohol use and a reliance on overt displays of verbal and physical posturing (Yes, I just described myself). Couple this with their programmed-reliance on social media and online dating and you start from a real handicap. If this isn’t bad enough, then bake into this sorry shit-pie the behaviour of British men (I guess all men) to feed and inflate their value through Tinder and inbox activity. Men are ultimately the problem here as they are the main drivers in over-inflating the value of such women. This isn’t new. We have heard this all before. I was even once part of the problem.

Cutting through the fat and shit is laborious and requires a strong frame and ability to withstand the condescension. Other factors include a growing daygame presence (verging on spamming) which is now, sadly beginning to make its presence felt in Newcastle. A few girls I have spoken to/dated have all commented how they have had men approach them in the street multiple times. I know of at least 3 daygame twats operating across Newcastle and they are unquestionably problematic. Low-key, understated street presence and energy calibration is a must up here. This requires subtle and understated stops, relaxed ‘not gamey’ game and no spamming where security and authorities can pick it up. Basically, you are just a guy out for a walk and if you see a nice girl you stop and say hello, flirt, build value and ask for the number. Bringing attention to yourself is highly unadvised. Over-zealous white knights exist here and the shopping centre security would happily play social-justice cop. Low-key is key.

Lay Report

Now to the lay report. It was a pretty standard afternoon walking my route toward my 10k+ step target. I took a detour to a supermarket that attracts good numbers of student-drones. I saw a girl around 5″3 in leggings, natural looking, long-hair and curvy with a super bubble-arse. I crossed over and waited for a moment to open but she ducked into a shop. At this moment I saw another girl, clear eastern-European look about her who I had seen in town earlier in the week – she was just my type. I went to open her just as the leggings girl came out of the shop. I did a quick mental toss-up and went for leggings-arse girl. I waited until she reached a quieter spot on the street and opened her. She seemed hesitant, and a minute or so into the conversation she looked uncomfortable. She asked if, “he was with me“. I turned to see one of the many dole-walling fake-beggars appeared to be listening-in on the set from behind the phone box where we were stood (I think the cunt was about to ‘open’ us for money). Thankfully, I pushed on the set and we had some guarded conversation. The set did not settle into easy-going rapport and there were no signs of flirting. I closed the set down by asking for the number but she only offered Instagram.

Set Takeaway:

1. Sub-4 minutes
2. I imparted my value i.e. I helped develop the trust/intrigue state in her
3. I called out the unusualness of talking to stranger on the street
4. I said let’s continue to talk on terms that you are more comfortable with, if you want.

On Instagram her replies were spaced several hours apart. There was a general lack of enthusiasm and the conversation was shite, to be be fair. There was no flirting; no sexualisation. It was very tempered and reserved. We agreed to meet for a walk on Sunday night on the quayside. I was feeling no pressure to bounce her to my place that night as the NFL Championship game was on and TB12 was more important than pussy that night. I had initially suggested a drive but she was reluctant to get into my car. But after 30 minutes or so in the cold she said I had passed ‘the serial killer test’ and asked where I was parked. We drove to a quiet riverside spot and talked. After 30 minutes later I told her that I was going to kiss her and take her home. She went shy and offered no resistance. Later, she thanked me for a nice night and was interested in meeting again so we arranged for Wednesday. I picked her up and said we could have a walk or a movie at mine and she was happy to do the latter. It was very straightforward. We sat on the sofa and scrolled through horror films to watch before I leaned over to kiss her. It was immediately on and as my hands moved to her juicy arse I could feel the warmth of her between her legs. She was really turned on. Dick out, grabbing her arse before moving upstairs. The sex wasn’t that memorable and I was mindful that she is a 24 year old British woman with many feminist tells (she/her on her Instagram as well as some verbal references to being a feminist). She enjoyed spanking, dirty talk and my hand around her hair and her neck. But I didn’t enjoy it that much. I have asked myself why, and it was simply because I had no rapport with her. There was no drive in me or fascination with her. It was sex with a rather benign woman. She was usual in pretty much every regard. I have no doubt that the more we get (if we do) to know each other, the more we will dislike each other.

Moving forward

I am continuing with my routine of working across the morning from home, exercising and hitting the streets for an an hour or so. Walking and doing a set or two is being built into my daily routine as far as is possible. Realistically, if I do 3 sets a week I will be very pleased with this. Overall I am quite pleased with my activity in January. I will update my Monthly activity as a blog post moving forward.