The 1000 Club

It happened on Saturday, in Poland. After a largely useless 2 hours mooching about with a cunt of a hangover I saw a woman that was legitimately gorgeous. She was a new-Swedish (i.e. Iraqi/Syrian – whatever). She was, in fairness, simply astounding, with long black curly hair and big brown eyes and a body that was gym-perfection. The set developed and I obtained her Instagram,

I’ll add you back, she said. I messaged her the next day. She did not add me back, so I removed her from my friends.

And that, was that. My 1000th set in Daygame.

Later that evening I met up with a Ukrainian girl for our third date. I took her for dinner in one of my favourite restaurants, a small Polish eatery that I ironically first discovered two years ago, the same day I had had a near-miss in the morning with a girl in Kiev, before flying back to Poland to take another Ukraine girl on a date. It’s funny how small experiences merge toward a pattern of meaning that stays with you. I was sat there with her and I had a great feeling. The conversation was flowing and she looked gorgeous. Big blue eyes, blonde hair, svelte frame and long, long legs. She was wearing knee-high black boots and pantyhose. Over this she wore a grey-wooden jumper that covered her arse. Just. I was having a great time with this woman. She speaks great English so she can fully comprehend my pontifications and self-amusing diatribes. After dinner, we stood outside the bar and kissed for the first time. I had not expected it to be ‘on’ that evening and made plans with my Polish mate to go for drinks, have a line or two of cocaine and hit a top club. But it was on, and she made it clear she wanted to come back to mine that night. I explained that I had a ‘business meeting – an introduction’ so I had to leave her for an hour. No issues and she met a friend who was out for tea. Some 90 minutes later I was back with her. She had bought us a glass of wine and we sat at the back of the bar, my hands on her nylon-sheathed thighs.

It felt like it was an effortless and natural procedure. There was no game or subterfuge, ‘lets go back for a 1/2 bottle of wine’ or other nonsense. We arrived back at my hotel and I made her stand at the hotel window. I slowly peeled-up her grey jumper to reveal black lace bra and red lace panties under her pantyhose. She looked incredible. I buried my face in her pussy as she was bent over the window. We fucked three times across the morning before she left at 11am. Great blowjobs, sweet little pussy and a submissive femininity in the bedroom. We are planning a little weekend holiday in November and I am looking forward to getting to know this woman more.

We like each other, and this for me was a really fitting, if not meaningful way to round of the day I completed my 1000th daygame set.

Statistics

So a rundown on my 1000 sets:

Sets: 1000

Numbers: 256

Instagram: 132

IDate: 16

Dates: 69

Lays: 35

Of which were SDL: 6

~1 lay in every 28 opens

~0.86 dates in every 10 opens

~4 contact details in every 10 opens

Of these 1000 girls how many have I seriously dated/fallen in love with? I have had essentially two 12 month relationships. I have probably fallen in love with 2 girls. I have enjoyed the adventure but have enjoyed the relationships more.

What have I learnt?

Undeniably, the biggest and most important lesson was never to give up on the UK. My home city is relatively large. There are large numbers of very attractive young, foreign and British women. From December 2020 to September 2021 I have done 182 sets in the UK:

Of these, 58 were foreign girls (A 1 in 3 ratio). Since I started daygame, I have met and slept with 12 nationalities in my home city: British, Irish, Polish, Italian, Chinese, Czech, Greek, French, Zimbabwe, Thailand, Spanish and Dutch.

I have dates with a Croatian girl tonight and a Yemeni girl tomorrow. Both gorgeous. Both from the UK.

To say the UK, and smaller cities in particular do not have viable options is a pathetic weasel and perhaps the greatest strategic mistake a man can make. I am not denying that UK game is significantly harder when dealing with young and attractive women who have options here. Pantomine game will not cut it. Game 2.0 is subtle, but the key differences are important. Differences exist. Game is your Value conduit.

This said, I have enjoyed the last two years having adopted a second city in Poland and making it ‘my own’. I have enjoyed my dual strategy approach. Having a home, a house, here in the UK, that girls feel comfortable in, and impressed with, is again basic measure for most men at my age if at least 50% of your focus is UK game. Without this, any woman of value will necessarily make suitable negative judgments about you. Of course this matters less if your primary focus is overseas or overseas only or if you are a lad in your 20s. But this exclusive focus on overseas game carries with it a whole series of complications: including but not limited to, what happens if you meet someone to settle with – will she be impressed with your $30 a night AirBnB; even if you have a ‘home base’ in the UK – is she even willing to relocate?, language differences, cultural differences, visa difficulties etc. I for one to do not wish to settle permanently in Europe. I enjoy my home existence, my lifestyle and hobbies therefore my focus is to use 50% (at least) of my daygame time – here. I just cannot see the likelihood of meeting a woman overseas and having her relocate to the UK as a sensible choice based on probability especially at my age. The effort must be continued as a secondary option, however, because as a corollary to this I can still slake my baser urges in chasing fleeting interactions with women too young to seriously consider as long-term viability options. Add to this that I love travelling and seeing new places. I especially love the connection I have built to one Polish city in particular over this last 2 years. Great memories and hopefully, new ones to be made.

I have nothing to prove and have become somewhat disillusioned with the toxicity and all-round bad advice espoused by many in the daygame/red-pill community (pro-tip – avoid ANYONE on Twitter with redpill in their username and/or called Nash. Old bloated yank sex tourists banging asians in shit-holes while regurgitating the same ten-times stepped on bullshit that has nothing but envy, hatred, insecurity and pessimism at its core. Avoid also ‘dating coaches’ who proclaim they are ‘male 7s’ (in their bio-peak – late 20s) but who bang 6s and have the gall to proclaim this Game. Avoid men who give ‘relationship advice’ but have never had a meaningful relationship. Especially avoid the men who give ‘relationship advice’ if they are in an ‘open relationship’ which is politically correct way of saying you have a long-term fuckbuddy. You are not in a relationship until you have lived together and made meaningful decisions together. Discussing where to have coffee that day does not count.

A few of people have been really important in this 1000-set journey. A wing, Matt (you can find him on Twitter @themattviking) has been a superb wing over the last 2 years and we have spent a shit load of time on the streets together. We have been through the many lows and sporadic highs of UK daygame and spent time on trips overseas. I cannot over emphasise the importance of finding someone you can game with (this is the easy part) but who you can develop a positivity reinforcing camaraderie – laughing at the bullshit and making light of the struggles, who can offer and take advice. But most of all just have a laugh with and enjoy the stupidity and beauty of it all, from the shared success stories, to the blowouts, the pints, the new streets and cities travelled.

Special mention also to our grandee – Nick Krauser who I’ve got to know over the last couple of years. Without his work, his writing and more importantly the struggles he endured and the testing he carried out, I would probably still be a fat cunt staring at myself in the mirror at 3am in Kiev wondering why no-one matched me on tinder, or why girls looked past me when I spoke to them. Finding his work represented a major, positive shift for me. His work has changed many mens lives for the better. Finally, the sublime work of Tom Torero; his splendid videos charting the marvel of travel, his unparalleled podcasts and his general contribution to the daygame model. Thank you for all if this, and especially for a certain video you made, the song title art-work I co-opted to my avatar – it made that much of an impact on me.

Lastly, that Thursday night in Kiev. Meeting those 5 English dudes peacocking in Shooters and surrounded by women as I sat at the bar like a fat old cunt. A chance encounter the next day in Podil…’mate…you need to check out the Roosh Forum‘ one of them told me.

I did….cheers lads…you created a monster!

And so that is me done. The next stage of my daygame is going to be less and less in the public domain. This will probably be my last blog post – but I do intend to keep writing and chart may journey as an older man who still seeks dalliance with young women, but whose overriding charge is now to date to find a partner.

Lastly, I would say to you all, take the red-pill by all means, but never forget the taste of the blue.

BroodingSea, October 2021.