I’m obsessed. And have been for some time. By girls. By the sexual marketplace. By what girls respond to. By the guys who get the girls (no homo). By becoming more attractive in a girl’s eyes. By leading a girl to my loins. By it all.
I used to be pretty average with girls: kissing the odd girl in the playground at school. Losing my virginity at 17. Two LTRs: one in my uni years and one when I was 24. The occasional hook-up when on a boozy night out. But never getting with the hottest girls in the group. I was the leaf in the wind, and didn’t consider that I had much of a say in the girl department.
Then in 2011, at the I-should-know-better age of 26, and with a laycount of 10, I stumbled across The Game (I just checked my Amazon orders history to confirm the year – shit, time flies!). From there, I moved on to absorbing Heartiste and Krauser blogs religiously, learning the theory. When on boozy nights out with uni and college mates, I’d approach girls, and even convert a 6 or a 7 every now and then.
Throughout 2013 and 2014 I began to ramp up the approaches in clubs at weekends, albeit while still drinking. I began to see less of my non-game mates, and more of my PUA/game mates. I was binge-watching RSD vids (and anything else game-related), attending RSD HotSeats, FreeTours, and meeting other PUAs. Before I knew it, I was up to 50 notches without really breaking a sweat. But I still wasn’t having it away with the hotties–not by any stretch of the imagination.
Then came the game-changer (heh). Mid-2015 I moved into a two-bedroom flat in Zone 1 of London with a guy I’d met from the RSD Inner Circle London Facebook group–let’s call him Mr A. When I met Mr A, I was taken aback my his intensity. This was one serious-about-self-improvement Mofo. He was Tim Ferriss on heat. And he also liked to approach a lot of girls. Sober. Not only in the clubs either, but also… DURING THE DAY.
Anyway, to keep it brief for now , living with Mr A really made me step up my nightgame. My excuses and rationalisations had to take a back seat and–during the nighttime at least–I fully committed. I went from incidentally approaching five girls a night (booze-assisted), to proactively approaching about 20 while sober. It was a great year, and the nine lays from Vegas, Helsinki, and Stockholm trips took me to over 20 lays for the year that we were living together. Still no approaches in the daylight though.
As 2017 came to a close, I realised I had been consistently getting 15-20 new lays per year  through hitting the clubs at weekends. I’d even broken the century barrier. But something didn’t feel right… I still hadn’t scored a proper daygame lay.
So roll on Spring 2018, and I decided to commit. I burned the boats. No more clubs. Tinder wasn’t allowed either. I made a vow that I would either meet and seduce girls during the day, or have no sex life at all. To make matters worse, I was at ground zero, coming off the back of a 15-month unemployed stint (albeit voluntary). I had no solid roots and I was living in a box room in a run-down council estate in East London. I was feeling introverted and anti-social as hell, but it was time to face my daygame demons.
So, welcome to my blog. Here I’ll be recounting salacious stories from my first eight months of daygame, musing on related game topics, and keeping you a-breast (heh) of my current indiscretions and scandals.
 In the future, I plan to do a deep-dive of just how influential Mr A was for me.
 Not all of them were 10s 😉