Since the decline of the long-format blogs and gritty personal stories that once made X a great place to be, I want to try and keep the tradition alive and do my bit to fan the embers of a dying fire and offer a blog post on some recent failure stories this week.

Before I begin, I want to share a personal anecdote. I want you to pay attention to this because it’s very relevant at the end of this piece.

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About three weeks ago I was walking along the market square and I saw a beautiful blonde girl in a red dress. She was with her friend who looked equally stunning in a white dress. They were giggling, and acting playful as they took pictures of each other on the corner of the market square.

They were impeccable – beautiful and they knew it. They were attracting lust and contempt in equal measure. As I doubled back around, the girl in the red dress (the blonde that I really liked) broke off and stood almost in my path eating her ice cream suggestively as I walked past. I didn’t take the bait. But I did look at her (as you will find out). I had an instant desire to do the two set. I don’t usually do two sets, but in this case I thought I simply had to.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a small drink and waited for my opportunity. I took a picture of the girls just to capture the moment, watching them lost in their mutual enjoyment together. Anyway, a few minutes passed, I lost the nerve, and the girls drifted off into history.

Tuesday

On Tuesday evening Krauser and I were  walking down the street and we spotted a breezy laconic looking girl with a long glowing truss of hair. She was wearing in a short pink dress and walking in a way all daygamers love. She seemed to understand that we had clocked her, and she adjusted her gaze briefly towards us, and then changed her direction to cut in front of us. I decided to open. It was a quick set and a quick number close. The conversation developed quickly and we arranged to meet later that night after the football match.

I walked to her apartment, met her outside and then walked her straight to my place.

“Where are we going?” She asked, “We’re going in here to have some prosecco on my balcony”, I replied.

No objections. She duly followed and we went upstairs. We sat on the balcony, talked, shared, half a bottle of prosecco. We both felt really tired as 2am passed. I didn’t want sex that night. Just wanted to sleep and attend to matters in the morning.

She went into the bathroom and I got undressed and stripped naked and was just about to jump into bed when she came out of the bathroom, saw me naked, and insisted I put some clothes on.

“I’m not going to sleep with you naked”, she said. “This is how I always sleep”, I replied. “Okay, well, if you’re not going to put some clothes on, I’m going to leave”.

I then got up, walked her to the door and said, “There’s the door, goodbye”. She shook her head and said “You’re stubborn, but so am I”. I closed the door behind her and went back to bed.

I felt nothing. And yes. This was a fuck up.

Friday

Krauser and I had been fishing. We were sat on a busy street, but there wasn’t much doing. Nick decided to leave, but I decided  to stay out for “just one more set” and it paid off moments later. I saw a beautiful petite brunette dressed in jogging bottoms and a one piece lace leotard with her hips on show. I could see the tits and the outline her nipples, she looked beautiful but dangerously provocatively slutty.

I opened her off what what I thought was was a pretty strong IOI and and it led to an instant date. We went to a bar and I felt that my luck was in. She was a tiny spinner with it all going on. A clear 8 in the looks category. I really fancied her. 19 years old. She told me she was a stripper. No harm, I thought, at this stage. I’ve been casually dating a med-student who is a weekend stripper for over a year now. We had a drink, but as the minutes ticked by, my attraction towards her waned significantly. She was a deeply broken girl full of entitlement as well as other issues.

It’s amazing how I flipped from wanting to sleep with her immediately. And yes, she even agreed to come back to mine half way through the first drink.

But by the end of the second drink, I was done. I just wanted to be away away from her, I couldn’t stomach the idea of being with her as much as I wanted to have sex with her.

I finished my drink, paid the bill and left the bar. I didn’t look back.

Saturday

I had been out doing a bit of daygame on my own. I think it was the second set of the day where I met a beautiful blonde girl, 21, leggy, a professional gymnast and university student. The set went well, I really liked her. She seemed really nice, very feminine and great to talk with. We arranged the date for that night. We ended up going to a small, quiet bar just off the main square, and we sat in the back room pretty much having the place to ourselves.
The date progressed well for the first hour, and I really wanted this girl. I began to escalate, being more suggestive and upping the ante, and I managed to get her really turned on. Within 30 minutes it went from she wasn’t going to kiss me at all, to her showing me her white panties underneath her linen trouser suit. She looked incredible, her body was insane, and I wanted her so much. By the end of the second drink she was very turned on. I started kissing her neck and she broke –

“Do you have condoms at your place”.

We got up and left.

We were walking across the Rynek to get to my apartment. Victory was secure. Just a few more meters then home. That was until she bumped into three of her friends.

She hadn’t seen one of the girls for some time and lept into her arms hugging her tightly as the other two friends looked on. I walked off a few feet just to give them space, and she then broke away from the girls and came over to me and said, “I’m really sorry can give me one more minute, I haven’t seen my friend for some time” She returned to me dutifully a minute later and asked if we could get a bottle of prosecco on the way to mine.

We went to the corner shop to get some prosecco and no sooner had I put my hand on the bottle than the wheels came off the car.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go, my sister wants to meet me”.

I put the prosecco back on the shelf, didn’t look at her once and walked out of the shop. I heard her running after me, shouting my name asking, “What’s wrong?

I turned around, looked her in the eye and simply said, “I don’t believe you” and walked away.

I blocked her immediately.

Sunday

Earlier in the week, I headed out to the gym around 11 AM. You know how it goes—sometimes in the late morning or just before the afternoon, you find some really good daygame openings, followed by a three-hour dead period where you just can’t find a single set worth doing.

​Then, I saw a stunning brunette in a short black skirt and a crop top. She was absolutely beautiful—great thighs, a tiny waist, and big brown eyes. I opened her perfectly on a quiet side street.

The set went incredibly well. The sexual energy was amazing, and her eye contact and body language were totally on point. She was completely dialed into my zone, and the interaction felt great. We swapped Instagram, and the subsequent communication was solid. She was enthusiastic and agreed to meet up on Sunday night.

​We checked in throughout the week—nothing explosive, just regular comms. Thirty minutes before the date, I was sitting with Krauser having a beer when she confirmed she was running on time. I quickly headed back to my apartment to freshen up.

​I arrived at the spot right on time, but she wasn’t there. No messages, either. I texted her, but got no reply. After waiting ten minutes, I called. She messaged back asking where I was, but then… nothing. She stood me up. I was absolutely furious. I pinged Nick and vented; he was still at the bar.

​Nick dutifully listened as I raged for ten minutes. But like everything in daygame, you vent your spleen, let it go, and get it out of your system. You give yourself ten minutes to feel it, and then you get back to the game. So, that’s what I did.

​We decided to stay out a bit longer and moved to a different venue—a little place we know with great foot traffic. Not long after, I spotted a beautiful blonde in a white dress. She looked perfect, with a tight swimsuit body.

​Nick watched as I called the approach. I opened her, but her English wasn’t great. Still, I managed to get her number after a short set.

Soon after we started texting, she admitted she had actually seen me before. Suddenly, the penny dropped—I realised I recognised her, too. Seconds later, she sent me a video. It was a clip of her and her friend eating ice cream, giggling as they recorded a reflection in a mirror. In the background, you could see her friend in red eating ice cream, and then you see me walking past, glancing at them momentarily.

It was a girl from three weeks ago. She had posted the video on her Instagram, and she told me she received a load of comments saying, “You were obviously flirting with that guy who walked past. It was so obvious—did he speak to you?”

​As fate would have it, I hadn’t spoken to her then. But I did in the end. If my original date hadn’t no-showed, I would never have crossed paths with her again.

We both had a laugh about it. I even sent her a picture I had taken of her and her friend that same day. She agreed it was an incredibly serendipitous moment and said she believes in signs. I showed Nick the video today, and he couldn’t believe it either.

​Anyway, we’ve been talking a lot, and I’m meeting her tomorrow. It’s early days, but she’s heading to Madeira next month on her own for four weeks, and we’ve already been talking about going together. I’m thinking about booking a flight out there a few days after she arrives to spend a couple of weeks with her.

It’s a funny old game, this daygame.

BroodingSea, July 2026