A Day in Daygame

I’ve just got home after 4 days in Poland with Matt Viking. To say we burned the candle at both ends, before setting fire to the floor is an understatement. It has predictably led to much head-shaking and staring into the middle-distance with utterances of Never Again. Certainly, the indulgences of Saturday night/Sunday morning aren’t to be repeated. It was a good trip – despite very little daygame itself. I spent a lot of my time with a 20 year girl from my last trip (SDL) and also dated two other girls (one of which ended in the coveted, much sought-after (but much maligned and envied) ‘Twitter +1″. Surprisingly and shockingly, I didn’t do a daygame set until Tuesday (when I did 9 of them, for only one real lead of note). Matt had a few dates with a stunning Ukranian girl who seems to really like him. She’s the type of girl that makes it all worthwhile. On Sunday evening were both in Pijania Wisnia with our respective dates as the snow was falling. It was a nice moment.

I spent much of yesterday doing nothing of note. The late morning sauna had went some way to improve my state of being but I still felt immensely fragile. Matt and I sat in the shopping centre sipping our coffee as he worked. We were supposed to do a bit of fishing but we both lacked the desire. I decided to invigorate myself and went for a walk. I ended up buying two pairs of socks and took this as a cue to get the fuck out of the shopping centre. I took the the less popular entrance/exit out by the rear. As I stood there recognising my surroundings I noticed a university halls complex across the street and it all flooded back to me. This time last year I had spent three days in there with a girl who lost her virginity to me. We would spend those few evenings together eating sushi and watching Netflix as the temperature dropped and the Christmas lights twinkled away outside. I think I left on a Wednesday (taking the train to Krakow – almost having an SDL with a girl I met on the train). I remembered that as I was packing my things that morning that she started to get upset and began to cry. She didn’t want me to leave and had become attached. I recall placing my hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eye and telling her,

“I am not the only man who will make you feel like this. This is an experience for you. Your life will include other men, other tears, other laughter” (words to that effect).

We left for coffee and she walked me to the train station and I felt a strange sadness as I said goodbye to her. Yesterday I stood outside the shopping centre for some 10 minutes just reliving the experience. It was a strange mixture of emotions.

I walked back to Rynek and Matt text me to say he was meeting the Ukranian at 7pm (we both had dates that night before leaving for the airport at 9pm) so I had a little time to kill. I decided to walk back to my hotel and noticed in Lviv Croissants to me left a girl in blue leggings with her friend. They were just moving away from counter with their coffee and took a seat in a booth. She had an astounding arse – absolutely incredible. I sighed at the missed opportunity and ruminated on my lack of activity this trip and how nine sets in four days is a shocking output. And then it dawned on me that she would be probably done eating in 20 minutes or so by which time I would have retuned from my hotel. I walked to my hotel and grabbed what I needed before returning and hoping that she was still there. Luck smiled on me and she was in animated discussion and still sat with her friend. I grabbed a cherry wine and tucked into a doorway and watched the snow fall across the market. Five minutes or so passed before they stood up, put their coats on and went outside. They walked to the corner and stopped, continued their conversation for a couple of minutes and hugged each other before parting ways. By this time I had walked to the adjacent corner and again, as luck would have it, she turned around and walked across the street, passing me by only a meter or so. She was dressed in those skin tight leggings and small leather jacket. The open was easy, and the observational material was self-evident – toying with her choice of summer jacket for a winter evening.

“I’m from Ukraine, we are used to it“

She was a little stand-off and guarded. But the set ended up in a number and we have exchanged several messages so far.

And that was that. My first and only set of the day, and 10th of the trip.

BroodingSea, December 2022