Nightgame v Reality

There has been a bit of chatter online recently regarding the concepts of night game. It has been been presented as a valid technique in of itself, and spoken of almost in terms of a learnable process just as some see daygame as being.

In my 20s and early 30s I had countless success stories of meeting girls on nights out. I had a threeesome with two blonde cousins (both twenty years old) who came on to me in a club and asked me if I wanted a threesome with them. I still recall getting into the taxi thinking it was a joke and they were going to laugh at me, call me stupid for thinking they were serious, and get dropped off their halls leaving me with the bill. I still recall the taxi driver, eyes wide, as I sat there one on either side of me, with their hands on my dick, and me, some moments into the journey, taking one of the girls breasts out of her dress and sucking on her nipples. The next night, I slept with an 18 year old legitimate model. I had met her in a club some 2 weeks previously and we swapped numbers. She ignored my initial text but got in touch asking to meet that night. As we were sat in a bar she took her phone out and started texting someone. Just as she put her phone down, I received a text and it was from her, “I want to kiss you” she said. I took her back to my university department (I had 24 hour access as I was a PhD student at the time) and fucked her on the floor giving her huge carpet burns on her back. To the best of my memory I think I took at least 15 girls back to that department I had met from nights out in Newcastle on Friday and Saturday nights. I banged on other hot southern masters student I had previously seen in the department and bumped into in a pub one night. I fucked her over her desk in her research suite. I have multiple interesting stories I could share from ‘night game’ from this period in my life. I could add around 50 recollections just off the top of my head of this ilk, and yes, they would make nice reading – but from a Game perspective they hold zero value.

I was a man who was able to simply go up to a girl and ask the leading question. The girls for their part were all young, horny and infused with that sexual lubricant – alcohol. It was a time where sex came relatively easy and no skill-set was required. I am not going to re-frame this as something it was not. I was simply a young man with a bit of confidence approaching young women in my same age cohort and repeating what thousands of young people do on weekends – fuck with abandon and no consequence. I remember leaving one close friend (he was very good looking, an Australian who was phenomenal on nights out simply because he was good looking and down to fuck) I had left one night to take a girl back to my department. One hour later, after having fucked her on the floor, he called me and I gave her my phone, “Your friend has the best dick I’ve seen in my life. I’ve just sucked him dry” she said to him. Some days later he joked with me saying, “I bet you had a knife to her neck and you forced her to say that“. Good times.

My frame of reference has now been expanded with the passage of age and I reflect that those great days of being a sexual option simply because a) I was in the same age cohort as the girl b) I was goal driven c) the girls were down to fuck someone that night. I am now in my 40s and I do not run table game; nor do I fit the ‘older man/reality TV’ archetype (I know a few guys in their 30s who still do well because they pass as late 20s with their hair transplants and blazers) and they offer a particular niche-attraction with a subset of girls. But this end-member data-set on the Bell Curve does not support the thrust of the data. I go out now, and I am essentially invisible. I am too old or not good looking enough to provide aesthetic social proof to a girls peer group and secondly, there are younger and better looking men than me out there to scratch the girls sexual itch in that particular ecology.

I know what I am talking about because I have lived it (and probably better than most on Twitter). The majority of guys in their 20s and early 30s are simply approaching drunk girls in clubs or outside bars and their game simply extends no further than “let’s go back to mine“. The resulting process sees a one night stand between people in the same age cohort and this is repeated thousands of times up and down the country in cities, villages and towns every weekend. Well done I say. This is how sex works for the overwhelming majority of young people on weekends, as it always has, and will continue to function. But the reframing this as some form of skill or technique is fundamentally dishonest at worst and an online ego-trip, at best and it is here where I call bullshit on the clownery to dress something up that it is not. I can say this, because I have lived it.

Just as a ‘male 7’ in his 20s pulling older Chinese girl in her 30s is the antithesis of daygame, the notion that nightgame can be ‘done’ in city centres at 3am is a similar delusion. The majority of guys in their 20s and early 30s are simply approaching drunk girls in clubs or outside bars and their game simply extends no further than 1. Joke on. 2. Let’s get a taxi*. Filtering across 15 or 20 drunk girls on a Saturday night, is angling in a fish tank. The outcome is essentially preordained. Consequently, they have fuck all to teach me or anyone else for that matter. The natural outcome is rolling boulders downhill and concludes with one-night stands between people in the same age cohort repeated thousands of times every weekend. The reframing this as some form of skill or technique is fundamentally dishonest at worst and an online ego-trip, at best. If you’re a relatively normal looking male in your 20s and early 30s approaching drunk skanks on the street and getting yourself a “Ten to Two-er” (the unselected females in clubs that had not pulled home yet) be careful how you position this because us Old Hands know. Similarly, if you’re a uni-aged male spamming around bars and clubs running re-hashed Mystery method, again good on you, but don’t say it’s something it’s not.

Fucking clownery at its finest if you do.

*ps. That sentence represents the best book you’ll read on gutter game.

BroodingSea, January 2023