A Helsinki hustler sent me an email saying how he’d lost his daygame v-plates. It’s a great lay report about pushing through lethargic negative mindsets and trusting the process of pickup.
“I finished work at 3 pm. Got home, did some yoga, had a snack and went out. I went to Kallio, an area in Helsinki. Nothing ever works there. But that’s just a statistical anomaly. So I’ll fucking make it work.
First chick I approached was an Estonian insurance salesperson. I saw her from afar, meeting me on an empty, sunny, quiet street. Blonde, red lipstick. So I was turned on. Game was ok, I took her number and it seemed positive.
After this, a blur of women with boyfriends… all of them. Really hot girls. Gotta give that to Kallio.
All except approach number three or four. A skinny, decadent looking chick with big, red hair. Hot!
“Hey. Don’t worry, I’m not drunk or crazy or anything… but I saw you on the zebra crossing. I thought you looked good, so I decided to come and say hi .”
She was on some trip that was part of her studies. We talked about dogs and dialects.
I asked her how long she is staying in Helsinki. Just tonight. Ok, we should go for a beer then! Yeeeeah, maybeee… she likes to go with the flow, she doesn’t like being too systematic. I tell her I’m a systematic bastard, but I regularly remind myself to jump into the flow.
I took her number, walked off and kept training.
A very dry session from there on. After nine approaches, I decided to turn back and do the last one on the way home. During the session I had approached a couple of girls that upon closer inspection were not so hot, and as I had one approach left, I decided to look for a really hot girl.
Of course there’s no limit to how much one can approach. But I’ve found that for me, sticking to the routine is sustainable, whereas approaching endlessly, or outside of my training sessions, is not.
Suddenly she stood before me. Round sunglasses, leggings and some kind of skirt with nice patters. Leather jacket, hot body. Symmetrical, wholesome face and… red lipstick . Classics are classics because they work. Only problem was, she was standing by a crossing, waiting for the green light. Oh well, she’s too hot to skip. I have to do it!
I chatted her up. We crossed the street together. Perhaps not optimal to follow her, but there was no realistic option. She missed her bus. We sat down at the bus stop and waited for the next one. I had trouble keeping the conversation going, but we exchanged numbers and the vibe was remarkably positive.
After I got home, I considered texting Redhead. I didn’t feel like it. Maybe I’ll just watch some crap, go to sleep and start all over again tomorrow.
Then my neighbours started having sex. Maybe I’m weird, but I find it super arousing to listen to… especially since the guy doesn’t make any noise. The girl was being smashed properly today, I even heard the slapping of hips and occasionally the furniture scraping against the floor.
I got damn horny and texted Redhead. She happened to be staying in a hostel nearby. We agreed to meet.
My mind raced to the future, to the moment when I can say, I have gotten laid from daygame. I did what I could to calm myself down and take on the attitude, “this is just practice. I’ll go on the date and practice setting a sexual mood!” There are still gaping holes in my Game, so I don’t get many dates, as you can see from my stats. So I programmed myself in this way.
I knew from previous dates, that sometimes when I try to lead the girl, I do it in a way where it sounds like I’m begging and hoping for her to grant me some favor. So as I walked down to the meeting spot, my brain was already arranging how to ask for each thing (let’s go for a walk. Let’s go for a beer. Hey, let’s go to my place and X). Learning is a pretty cool process.
This girl was completely compliant to everything: We took a walk. Then went to a bar near my place (she knew we were going closer to mine all the time). I asked her about her guilty pleasures (thank you, Tom Torero). I dug deeper and found out she watches too much porn and horror movies for her own good.
“Hey, do you wanna go to my place to watch some horror?”
We got to mine. Sat on the couch. I put on Ash vs Evil Dead. Within ten minutes I started kissing her. She did not let go. The situation escalated almost without interruption.
At one point she told me, she hasn’t been with many men lately. She’s been more with girls.
Oh, that’s cool.
Back to kissing and touching… and it happened.
We had briefly talked about rough sex earlier in the bar. I pulled her hair and choked her. I choked her for quite a long while, and apparently she came four times during that.
Sweet, decadent, pessimistic girl. There’s a specific reason I’m happy with this lay… it was a pure daygame lay. We do not have any friends in common, nor any other connection. Two complete strangers. That’s pure daygame. Standard issue for many more skilled guys. A first for me.
Now I gotta update my leads spreadsheet so I don’t forget to text the sunglass hippy chick.”
Instant dates: 3
Contact info: 25