We’re two months into 2021 already and the question I have asked myself at this stage of the year is have I used my time as best as I can given the circumstances. I started my daygame season with a fuck-it-and-get-on-with-it attitude back in January after what was a very dry period across November and December. I am not waiting for the start of anything and I am immersing myself in the mindset now to equip me for the rest of the year. This said, the daygame ecology is far from perfect at the moment and the realistic aim is to simply maintain routine and ensure that my skill-set does not diminish too much especially with regard to outcome independence and approach anxiety. I have been looking at daygame as an add-on to my 10k+ steps in the fresh air with some lead development. There aren’t any better ways to break up your day other than to head out into the BLM/BritFattyFeminist/Refugee/”POC” cultural enrichment zone at around 3pm before arriving home around 5pm and settling in for the night with my chocolate (sometimes) and red wine while exchanging reams of communication with Salman on crypto investment strategy as he harangues me for failing to promote his hedge fund via Twitter.

The main theme of the month is that a good number of my sets developed into fun conversations which were heavily grounded in flirtation, comfort and intrigue (there are 8 sets specifically where I felt my eye contact, voice, pacing and conversation was met well by engagement from the girl). Last Monday I did 4 sets and 3 of these ended up in strong conversations and phone numbers (with 1 lay). The following session I did 4 more sets and they all ended up in good conversations but 3 girls had boyfriends while the 4th was a strong close on Instagram (in comms). The frustrating this is of course the flakiness where 2 very strong number closes ended up in further engagement on text before falling off. A girl from last year has resurfaced but she is displaying all of the classic flaky tells and just appears to want to absorb attention. I also bumped into a hot Russian girl who I met last year and she proceeded to tell me how unhappy she was in her relationship. She told me she has come close to messaging me a few times. Again, a load of shit wrapped in hope.

But anyway, to the stats. 26 approaches and 1 lay. Of these I have a couple of leads that may well end up in dates (including a very slutty looking Polish girl who has photoshopped her WhatsApp picture to such an extent that it looks like she shapes her makeup (and jawline) with an angle grinder. She is hot though and was a bit of a head turner by Newcastle standards as she flaunted herself around the city centre last week).

February statistics:

Sets: 26

Numbers: 6

Instagram: 2

Dates: 1 (British).

Lays: 1

Nationalities opened: Romanian, Ukranian, Polish, British, Spanish, Slovakina. 

26 opens, 1 date and 1 lay.

Lay Report

I met up with a couple lads on Monday afternoon for a walk along the quayside. I talked shit about cryptocurrency and eventually opened a very nice looking half-Indian girl who was on her way to the train station. She loved the approach but she had a boyfriend. I grabbed a coffee and walked past the Monument and we noticed a girl in jeans and Doctor Martins talking to her friend. She was quite loud and was probably trying to force an IOI from me. We weren’t keen on a 2-set so walked up the street and milled around on the corner. Matt went into a different set, got blown out and returned looking sheepish just as DMs girl walked past, so I opened her. She smiled immediately and called it out for what it was. There was no messing about with her and she was giving strong Yes Girl signs. We spoke for several minutes and moved back from the street and she sat on the wall as I sipped my coffee (Thomas Crown to consult the Daygame Law Books to ascertain if this constitutes an instant date). She was good fun and very flirty. A young medicine graduate who had just started work in a hospital. It was a straightforward and direct number close (OK, give me your number and I’ll message you). I did two more sets and they were both long, interactive with number closes before heading home with some 18k steps in the bank.

Communication was far less straightforward with some time lag between texts despite having read them. We planned a date for the Sunday and it was a simple matter of gaining agreement to meet on the quayside and have a walk before going for wine at mine. Given the fact that the pubs are all closed I have no issues about simply stating this directly and is better than just suddenly asking the girl to come back to yours after a sober walk by the river. Give them some time to consider the idea and accept it or reject it. It is far less pussy than meeting and suggesting the idea ‘out of the blue’ as any girl would see through that.

She did not confirm the date until late on Sunday and my WhatsApp message was on ‘one tick’ all day (she does not have a picture) so I assumed she had second thoughts and blocked me. But at around 4pm the sweet-joy of the double tick emerged and my penis twitched as she confirmed meeting for 8pm. I drove the ten minutes or so to the quayside and basically I just walked her to the car laughing as I said, come on, fuck the walk I want wine. She was dressed just as she was on the Monday in DMs and jeans and a leather jacket. We got to mine and the mood was already set with the lights on low, YouTube playing on the TV and a candle lit. She felt at ease and complimented me on my taste in decor, implying I was married. We sat and talked and she was really comfortable. A bottle of red wine went quickly down and she pulled a nice bottle from her bag (I was impressed at this – it was a £10 bottle).

Around an hour into night I put my wine glass down on the table and made my move. I turned to look at her and simply said, right. I want you to come over and sit close next to me. Kissing rapidly escalated as I started talking dirty to her. I was kissing her softly and slowly and would break off to kiss her ear and tell her that this is how I would be kissing her clit. She was past the point of no return. I placed her hand on my dick and she unbuttoned me. I turned her around (she was still fully clothed) and she got on all-fours with her ass in the air for me. I told her to hold the position as I went upstairs for a piss. Dutifully, she held this as I returned and proceeded to slowly peel down her skin-tight jeans to reveal a really nice set of panties. I began to feast on her ass and pussy and she was crazy horny. I spanked her and talked dirty to her before I told her to suck me off. We fucked variously on the sofa and the floor and her slutty side was on show – with no aversion to being spat on (she asked for this) with my hand on her throat as I dominated her on there floor. I fucked her twice that night and we sat there and finished the wine as we talked. Around midnight I edged the conversation towards her getting an Uber home – that was my third bottle of wine over the weekend and I was feeling pretty fucked all round. We are meeting up later in the week and she appears more than happy to just remain casual, which suits me perfectly.

March Aims

I have booked my first overseas trip of the year for late March and will continue on my programme of home working, home training, late afternoon walking, wine drinking and shitty lead development. I want to board that plane knowing that I spent the first quarter of the year having at least tried to fill my time productively. Hopefully some places will have opened and I anticipate the moment and feeling of being abroad again – largely on my own. I had some great experiences over the last 2 years doing solo-trips and always get that gay little flutter in my stomach knowing that I am captain of my own ship responsible for making my own memories.

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