British Museum Same Day Lay

Same Day Lay

 

My first London Same Day Lay in a long while and worth writing up because of the convoluted sequence of events to get the notch.

Before flying to Russia a few days ago I was in London to see family and friends. I was up for trying some lazy afternoon daygame to prepare me for the Russian battles so I messaged a wing John to see if he was up for it. We arranged to meet inside the British Museum after lunch.

I got there early and meandered around the Ancient Greeks gallery looking out for cute lone tourists. Most were in big groups or with their families so it was hard to find sets. A French girl blew me off before I’d got further than the compliment, just as John was due to meet me.

In the lobby under the mightily impressive glass roof I suddenly saw a Spanish looking girl passing me and giving the briefest of IOIs. She was heading for the gift shop so I doubled back and opened. Her eyes lit up.

She was 24, originally from Uruguay but spent most of her life in Argentina. Brunette, dark eyes, skinny, kooky fashion like a girl you’d see in a 90’s alternative rock band with sexy tights.

It was easy to stack about her eclectic dress sense and creative vibe. I told her she looked like Bjork and she lapped it up. She’d moved to Manchester to work for an airline and was down in London alone getting some culture (as well as a tattoo on her hip modified to hide a teenage error). All green lights. Time for an instant date to the nearby coffee shop in the foyer.

My phone wouldn’t connect to the museum wifi and I had no data left so my attempts to tell John what was happening failed. It was around 12.30pm and I felt bad wasting his afternoon by getting him to trek over to the museum.

Over coffee she told me she was staying in a hostel, that she’d travelled in Europe, that she was into 90’s rock like the Red Hot Chili Peppers and that she was a book/film/museum junkie. I worked out she had nothing to do all day and that her train to Manchester was in the morning.

The bounce to Soho was simple as we were both hungry and she was keen to see the “real London.” We grabbed slices of pizza from a shop on Old Compton Street, a kinky area in the centre of the gay village full of bondage shops that I playfully covered her eyes from.

From there it was up to the old John Snow pub near Carnaby Street where we drank lager in an alcove as I explained why original London pubs often had screened off areas (to hide romantic liaisons from prying eyes).

The verbal and physical escalation ran smoothly: astrology, her choice of men (she’d been single for a year), comparing tattoos, pulling her in to hug. After half an hour I went in for the kiss and got it. I knew the Same Day Lay was on the cards now for sure. It was going to come down to not fucking things up.

When she went to the toilet I connected to some free wifi and messaged John what had happened.

After the pub she was keen to find an underground bar she’d read about online called Cahoots, inside Kingly Court nearby. I was happy for her to lead as the plan involved alcohol and somewhere I’d never seen despite years living in London.

It was a 1940’s-themed cocktail bar right below Carnaby Street. Cool but full of tourists. We perched at the bar because it was so full and drank our cocktails pretty fast as it all felt a bit too much like a theme park.

From there I promised her something far more authentic just up the road. I took her to the blues bar Ain’t Nothin’ But which was packed with locals watching the afternoon jam session. As we went to smoke outside she got talking to two Italians next to her. I was shut out from the conversation so got chatting to an English musician next to me. Sure enough she reengaged with me when the Italian couple went inside.

As I went for a pee two more Italian guys had sat next to her outside and when I returned they were chatting her up good and proper. This time I befriended the guys and then made sure to get her out of there as soon as our beers were finished!

With the afternoon ticking away and all the venue changes we’d done, the buying temperature of the pickup was actually decreasing. It was now around 6.30pm and I knew I had to bounce her towards my hotel next to Paddington Station. It was a good 45 minute walk so I was calculating on how to get a cab back there.

As we walked up to Oxford Circus she was messaging someone. “All good?” I asked.

“I’m messaging my old boss to see if she wants to meet” she replied.

Shit. Time for the bounce to mine asap. Luckily her friend didn’t reply. I told her I’d show her another old pub in Paddington and get my coat. She agreed but said she first wanted to get her jacket from the hostel near Russell Square (the opposite direction to Paddington!).

The walk to the hostel felt like an eternity. I could feel the buying temperature plummeting further. Was she just going to wave me goodnight when we got to the hostel?

I sat in reception while she went to her room. This was the make-or-break moment. And finally there she was, back in reception with her coat and bag, telling me she was ready for Paddington.

I flagged down a black cab and made small talk as we headed for my hotel area. Once there I said I needed to use my bathroom and get my coat, crossing my fingers as we climbed the hotel steps that the receptionist wouldn’t cock-block (I’d only booked a single room).

Luckily I got her back to my room without a hitch and she sat on the bed as I went to the bathroom and changed. I opened the laptop and showed her some travel photos as she put on some Manchester classics: Common People (Pulp), Cigarettes & Alcohol (Oasis), What Difference Does It Make (The Smiths).

Sitting turned to hugging. Hugging turned to kissing. Lights out and just the glow of the laptop.

“I thought we were going to the pub…” she grinned.

“Ten minutes, hugging is good for you” I smiled back.

Hand on dick. Fingering over tights. Fingering under tights. Clothes off. Rushed sex where neither of us lasted long because of the long build up. Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart” and The Stone Roses’ “I Want To Be Adored” rang out as we fucked on the squeaky bed. Suitably “Champagne Supernova”¬† by Oasis wrapped us in a post orgasm glow.

She knew I was travelling on. I knew she was just as transient and fleeting. We both knew that the day’s adventure had been a magical bubble that was about to pop. New Order’s “Blue Monday” played us out as we put on our clothes and I called her an Uber back to the hostel…

“Tell me how does it feel, when your heart grows cold, grows cold, cold…”

 

 

Black Sheep Bandit Award: Mission Aims #6

Black Sheep Bandit Award

 

“Hi guys, I am the lucky recipient of the Autumn Black Sheep Award. With this money I will travel to Ukraine from the 23rd of November to 6th of December.¬†¬†

A little background about myself РI am a 26 year old Singaporean male of Chinese ethnicity, currently completing my Masters in the Netherlands. I have been daygaming for almost 2 years now, with  1200 approaches done, half of which were done in Europe.

My approach to lay ratio stands at around 1%, so I can be classified as a beginner. As an Asian guy, gaming in Europe was not the easiest thing. However after spending the necessary amount of hours infield (with proper analysis afterwards), I found everything from my accent to my vibe changing. Over time, that that limiting belief didn’t hold me back anymore.

I take a very statistical and methodological approach to daygame and dedicate 1 hour every evening to it. For me it is a great way to unwind after a day of work and also great preparation for evening dates. 

Back to the topic of hustling in Ukraine – I think Eastern European girls are the most beautiful and most feminine girls in the world. Thus it would make sense to dive in the deep end and go to the source. The first two days I will spend getting used to the city, sussing out number farming and date locations/logistics. Day 3 onward will be number farming mode. 10 solid approaches per day, no spam. I define a solid approach as an approach where I at least deliver the stack and have some back and forth going on. As such, blowouts do not count.

I have heard that SDLs and one-date-lays are not common in this part of the world, especially for a beginner daygamer like me. That will be at the back of my mind but I will still run the Tom Torero date model and calibrate accordingly. 

Specific aims/things to improve on:

  • Voice tonality. I have a naturally monotonous voice, which can be a bit too dull and robotic at times. I will record my voice with a James Bond style USB voice recorder.¬†
  • Non-verbal attraction. Since I don’t speak a word of¬†Ukrainian/Russian, this will give me a good chance to practice my non-verbal techniques and vibe.¬†
  • Entitlement to¬†beautiful¬†women. I want to¬†desensitize¬†myself to quality girls. This will be helpful to get a bigger picture of what is out there in the world

Over the trip I should do between 100-120 approaches, so I expect at least one lay.¬†On the other hand, I will abide by the “freedom from outcome” principal and as long as I put in the effort with proper reflection and analysis, the trip is a success.

Keep hustling

Mr. J”

The Siren’s Song

“She’s The One! Different from all the rest! The missing thing in my life that will make me whole. I can finally quit this Game nonsense and settle down!”¬†

We like to think of ourselves as rational creatures but if that’s the case then why do so many men cash in their personal and financial freedoms for a hot girl based on a sudden emotional pull? Affection Addiction is the answer, that craving of oxytocin in our lives which does powerful things to our minds and bodies. Oxytocin is the siren’s song to draw you closer to the rocks of monogamy.

The selective pressure of evolution has made it so. To raise a child successfully a male temporarily pair-bonds with a female for 2-3 years during that first period critical to an infant’s survival.

To get a male to stick around and “settle” for a few years means lowering his drive to roam and pursue other females. How? As soon as a man has a child his testosterone levels drop off steeply. This drop continues the more the father is involved in child care.

Like mermaids lulling sailors towards the jagged shore with their sweet songs, consider what freedoms you’re abandoning when you next obsess about one particular girl. What price is to be paid for an impulsive emotional decision? Will your ship survive the impact?

 

Shipwreck solutions:

  • “One is too close to none.” Play the field, keep your options open. Go out and get leads. Date multiple girls
  • Get your oxytocin from other relationships – friends, family, ex girlfriends
  • Beware of emotional decision making. Let things settle before making a decision with your dick rather than your mind.¬†

 

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