Yes, it’s a lay report but not a recent one. Come to think of it, this is the first lay report I have written for some time, but it actually dates back to February 2024, and it’s also one I didn’t broadcast from the rooftops with the obligatory +1 on X. 

So….Broody got another +1 that he failed to announce. How’s that for narcissistic supply? 

But why do this now, you may ask?

There is an easy answer to this, but it may take time to explain. As readers and followers may have noticed, I spent much of the last 12 months leading up to that +1 in a ‘relationship’. Indeed, I have traveled extensively with this ‘girlfriend’ to several countries, and she has stayed at my home several times. Despite the well constructed direction the relationship had been trending, it was complicated. The main reason being was, of course, the obvious one – it wasn’t a relationship as we (or I) had never declared it so. Of course, in the world of women, and the real world in general, committing to ‘the relationship’ and declaring it as such are like marriage proposals and women expect men to lead in both situations. I didn’t, and it created some uncertainty, despite the fact we both clearly had very strong developing feelings for each other. I didn’t make the commitment, and it led to problems. We corrected many of the things that caused some uncertainty in early Spring, but not before I slept with this +1, the accompanying experience I will describe below (*bastard alert* as readers will also be aware, I have not been a saint and have still been dipping the toe in, so to speak, across 2024). 

The Background

It was the turn of the year, around early February. I was in Wrocław and had just had a big bust up with the girlfriend pretend girlfriend on the phone. I will freely admit it wasn’t the first time. But this time, I was in a bad way. A very bad way. To be fair some issues had been brewing for a few weeks and they will take too long to explain, more they are not something I want to go over again anyway. Thankfully, I had James Tusk to lean on over this period, and he helped me immensely. I cannot overstate how much of a friend he was and, despite the time zones, he dropped everything at times to help me out and supported me. I leaned on him, especially as he had been through a similar experience himself – an incredibly powerful emotional and physical connection to a girl parsed with choppy water and basically losing your shit at times. 

Speaking of James Tusk, I had actually met the forthcoming +1, ironically, some 3 years prior when I was running a boot camp for him in Poland. I was waiting for the students with my coach and I saw the girl, impeccably dressed in a lace white dress gracefully saunter past Starbucks with that inevitable air of approachability and Eastern European appeal. The set was icy but laced with warmth. I felt optimistic. I dated her 2 or 3 times over the next couple of months, and she made it clear I was not getting into her knickers easily. She was a virgin and 19 years old. She wanted the courting, the flowers, the fairy tail romance, and why not? So many daygamers are feeding on the low-hanging fruit – the little quick wins that they knock over on the first date.  Few daygamers ever really acknowledge that there are levels to daygame – and one of these advanced levels is managing long leads and turning tepid, still water into hot flow. Still, I never bought her flowers, but I did take her for dinner a couple of times. On the fourth date, we had dinner at my hotel before ‘retiring’ to my room for a ‘movie’.  I still remember her wide-eyes, eager, fascinated and confused with a new lust as she let me spread her legs before showing her how to wank me off. I blew arcs of cum all over the outside of her pantyhose and we both watched as it seeped into her knickers. She never let me take them off. We watched a movie after, with her fully clothed as my cum soaked her pussy. It didn’t bother her one bit. 

I wanted her to stay the night, but she had to get home for university in the morning.  

Time passed. Maybe another 18 months or so. We would speak on Instagram and the conversation was always a little bit benign. She would ask when I was next back in town and pleaded to make her feel special and danced around the idea of princess treatment. Fuck that. I was in fact frequently in town, but would always have other options and, to be honest, we didn’t really connect. Her self-centered Instagram, full of posing, pouting and posturing (how’s that for an alliteration) in coffee shops and stealing the attention from beautiful ornate buildings, began to earn my apathy. And anyway, by this point in my daygame I was sleeping with something like 1 in 20 of the girls I was opening, so I wasn’t short of predictable action. I was on fire during this two-year period. 

The Lay

But we did stay in touch. Fast-forward to February 2024 and  I ‘needy messaged’ her and asked her to come to dinner (she isn’t a bar/pub type of girl). She had just finished a relationship that lasted a year and her virginity was no more. I made the terms clear, it was dinner, and then we were going back to mine, and she was staying over. 

This of course was brought about by a terrible week when I had been locking horns with the pretend girlfriend culminating in a huge bust up on the night of the +1. So I did what any high-value man with self-respect would do. I deleted my pretend girlfriend’s number, went to the gym and listened to several audio books on spiritual awareness, how to maximise drop-shipping potential, how to be an alpha-man. I read copious amounts of American style Red Pill Truism, before retweeting a load of really useful X posts from accounts with names like ‘Alpa Masculinity’ ‘Inner Beast Male’ ‘American Playboy’ and then did my skin care routine before meeting the Belarus girl and beginning a new and wonderful experience as we made love  listening to The Power of Now, both climaxing multiple times to the soft velvet tones of Tolle. 

Hang on…. 

None of this actually happened. Instead, I got half-pissed on vodka and beers on my own, before meeting the Belorussian. But I knew full well what I was doing, I was making a weak attempt to fill the void both superficially and momentarily, to replace the pretend girlfriend, who was not quite my girlfriend but much more than my casual fuck-buddy – simply and honestly put – I was fucked in love with her. As I made my way through my fourth pint in rapid succession, some Polish guy at the bar picked the worst time in his life to come and literally start something with me by incessantly talking shit to me and aggressively getting in my personal space. He didn’t heed the polite requests to leave me alone. People in the bar were now staring. I punched him hard in the solar plexus and he went down. I walked out of the bar calling him a fucking cunt as the spit flew out of my mouth. As I left the bar, I paused to Shazam a song that was playing – it was called You by GBEN. I shit you not. That happened. Auto-Shazaming a song in a bar because the music in some way reminded me of her.

I walked back to the hotel. I will freely admit, I was in a bad way, not just because of what happened in the bar, but perhaps more worryingly, because it dawned on me that I didn’t want to bang this 22 or 23-year-old Belorussian girl – I had no desire to spend time with her. I was going through the motions, eating a photograph of a steak to satisfy a genuine need and craving. 

Regardless of this, I knew I couldn’t drink alone all night, so I met her. At dinner, everything was on mute. It was like in those movies where you see the protagonist staring through people, their lips moving, their mouths making strange movements but all he hears is the tinnitus. I just wanted to take her back to my hotel and to test to see if her warmth, her lips, her pussy, her intimacy and femininity could even partly fill the void. I took her back to the hotel and we had sex. It was frankly awful – and it was because I made it awful. I am not saying that if I had been in a better headspace I would have enjoyed it – I still feel that we lacked that emotional and conversational chemistry  – two facts I had fished out through the experience of earlier dates. Despite the fact that she was looking beautiful, clad in lingerie and heels, I was a million miles away from the moment – Tolle would have been shaking his head at me as every second of my “moment’ was dedicated to remembering the past and ruminating on the loss of a future. I didn’t ask her to stay the night. The thought of going to breakfast in the morning with her turned my stomach. 

I was so pleased to see her go. How times had changed when we both shared her first moment of sexual intimacy with me in the same hotel some 3 years previous. 

Summary

So that was that. A +1 with a long lead. 

Key takeaways – 

1. Learn how to manage leads and build pipeline.
2. Some girls genuinely will sleep with you but not on the normie Gen 1 euro-jaunt timeline espoused by normie coaches.
3. If you struggle to deal with emotional turmoil, gaslighting, lies, breakup issues or any emotional issues that take you offcenter – speak to a good friend  – in my case it was James Tusk. Thank-you, James. 
4. Remember that life lived at the extremes of normality brings with it sometimes unusual and extraordinary pressure and challenges. You can’t always eat your cake and have it, too. Dating hot girls, dating the elite tier, large age-gap dating is not the norm. Very few men have done it, even less have the wherewithal to manage it on any substantial timeline. It will present challenges – you have to avoid judging younger girls actions through the prism of an older man – and God forbid, through the prism of some of the Red Pill Truism advocated by the fictionalised (but probably real) X accounts mentioned above. 
5. In 100 years none of this matters. We will be a digital memory. Enjoy the craziness of loving a girl who is the right one and probably the wrong one at least once in your life.  
6. Tolle is right, for the most part. Take your happiness where you can, because you don’t know if you will wake up one morning with blood pissing put out of your arse. When you find a girl that just brings more colour and meaning to your life – enjoy it.
7. There are at least 20 other takeaways I could mention. But I won’t for now.

BroodingSea, August 2024