I heard your podcast and thought I would send a story your way. I hope you get a kick out of this story, which isn’t amazing material, but it does have some interesting qualities of a possible “Red Letter Day” girl I had the pleasure of encountering.
This story takes place early June 2017 (almost one month before I went to your 2017 boot camp in NYC) and it happened in the small town I currently live in called XXXXX in the USA. The town has lots of microbreweries and culture that attracts many hippies and tourists during the summer who will go for drunk adventure sex making night game and ecosystem game somewhat effective, however the town has an estimated population of less than 100,000 local people and is a piss poor area for practicing daygame. Despite the odds, I attempted daygame anyway.
So I went out on a Saturday to do one of my downtown sessions hoping to find at least 5 sets in two hours. I came across a cute blonde girl all alone laying on a blanket in the middle of a huge patch of grass at the downtown park. This girl seemed friendly and chatty and I saw her starting a conversation with a guy who seemed like he wasn’t “with” her but was just sitting in her vicinity. Almost like he was annoyed by her, he ended up leaving and I figured this was the perfect opportunity to go in. I didn’t have to do much work, which was good because before your boot camp I wasn’t following the model well at all. I went in with a direct opener and she seemed to hook immediately with that kind of “chill dreamy” vibe you were mentioning. When I realized the conversation was going well, I sat down with her on her blanket while giving her a false time constraint inspired by Mystery Method. As we were chatting and sitting down, certain weird things about her and her situation became clear to me:
- This girl was a 21-year-old college student.
- She was from NYC and far away from home.
- She got separated from her friend/hostel mate during a hiking trip and was lounging around, not doing a damn thing to try and find her.
- Her phone was dead, but she didn’t care about getting it charged.
- She didn’t even know where she was or how to get back to her hostel.
- All she had was a blanket and her backpacking stuff.
- She had nothing better to do.
- She was wearing a white Philadelphia t-shirt, normal hiking shoes, red socks, Aviators, really short shorts, no tattoos, and her blonde hair was braided in pigtails. She did not look like one of the usual hippies I see in this town who come here to drink up the craft beer and art culture wearing dreads, tattoos, and piercings. This girl looked like a “normal” girl who all of a sudden decided to go rebellious.
- She sounded like she wasn’t fond of her hometown situation and was breaking away.
Something about this girl was different, which I teased her about by playfully accusing her of being on drugs, which she denied. My game was worse back then, but after talking with her for a while, I decided to try and make something happen. Hoping that an SDL may be possible, I bounced her to my favorite date venue. This bar had everything. All the staff and regulars knew me (Social Proof), It was a rooftop bar and sunset time was close at hand, It had girl and guy drinks, It had couches, and It had one secluded disabled toilet. As we walked there, light frame tests began. She asked if I pick-up tourist girls and take them to bars all the time, which I replied with something similar to the “when I see something I like…life is too short” line.
We arrived at the bar and had a blast. We met some new people and drank a few drinks. She paid for most of her drinks which I admired. After that, I lead her to the most secluded couch in the bar, where I started the Questions Game, verbal escalation, and light keno eventually leading up to the kiss. Our conversations started getting deeper and more sexual, we talked about our sexual fantasies. After some fractionation, the kissing eventually turned into heavy make out on the couch and that started to turn into heavy groping on the couch. If it were anymore heated then calling it a Public Display of Affection would be an understatement. Things were happening fast and I was having to make the decision to pull the trigger or not. Since I lived 15 munites driving distance from downtown, and I was scared she might decline the offer to drive her there, I decided the disabled toilet was my only shot at the quickest possible sex. Then I wondered if it might be safer to make it a Same Day De-lay and have her meet me later in the evening after reuniting with her hostel friend. I decided to take her to the toilet and go full steam instead. I think it was Beckster who said: “If you don’t crash the car, you’ll never know how fast you can go.”
I said, “Let’s find a more secluded spot”. She complied and I lead her by the hand towards the hallway. The hallway towards the disabled toilet was baren and dimly lit. She didn’t know where I was taking her but that didn’t stop us from making out more along the way. We got right to the disabled toilet entrance where I had her pinned to the wall, she had her hand on my crotch and my hand was doing something similar. She started asking if we should be worried someone will see us. Trying to make it look like the disabled toilet wasn’t part of my plan all along, I said: “It’ll be ok, I just now had an idea”. I immediately took her right into the disabled toilet and locked the door. I somehow managed to get the clothes off pretty quickly and before I knew it we were playing with each other. I fingered her clit and she jerked me off. I got her to get on her knees and suck my dick. It was truly terrific watching a cute looking girl blow me after literally meeting her only 2 or 3 hours ago. This moment was a crowning achievement for me and a true testament to the power of game.
Regrettably, after this point, things started to unravel. She was light, so I hoisted her up onto the sink in a comfortable seated position. Just as I was about to go into my pants pocket to find the condom and get down to business, the LMR attacked with ferocity. She started questioning the whole situation and started saying “I feel like you have done this exact thing before.” She was right, that bar and the disabled toilet has gotten me lays before and I guess, to her, I seemed like I had practice with this. Regrettably, the LMR felt too powerful for me to continue on, so I had to say “It’s ok, I understand” and we left the disabled toilet behind. We left the bar and went to get some food. The vibe was different after that. She started worrying about her hostel friend and asked if I could show her back to her hostel, which I did. Before leaving her, I tried one last time for a Same Day De-lay asking her to meet me later tonight after she gets settled. Buyers remorse likely kicked in because that meet up never happened. After rolling off for a while, I sent her a ping or two, but long story short, she flaked.
I’m sure there are many micro mistakes I probably made that resulted in this near miss, but the main thing I took away from this is that I moved things way too quickly and caused LMR to come back with a vengeance. I think I did crash the car, but the good news is, I’ve gained a better idea of how fast I can go because of it. I’ve been crashing more cars since then and still am now, but with each opportunity to fail I learn something new.
That’s my story. I hope this holds some good material for you pertaining to “Red Letter Day” girls. I am no expert, but I think this encounter may be one of those. I found it fascinating how this girl had deliberately, or maybe even subconsciously, isolated herself from “the pack” to explore and got herself “lost” in a town far away from home. Then she allows an unknown young man to take her on an adventure leading to the possibility of sex. Or maybe she was just crazy lol.
Either way, thank you for putting out this content Tom. Keep grabbing life by the horns.