No More Mr Nice Guy Lay Report

No More Mr Nice Guy Lay Report


A skilfully written Long Game lay report today from Mr J who emailed me this detailed account of how he closed a ten year open loop by ditching the Mr Nice Guy strategy in favour of working hard for access to the Secret Society. Take note of his age and marital status, which makes his hustling all the more impressive… 😉

“I’m 54, married and I fuck women who I’m not married to. I do do daygame I’m not that great at it and most of my women come from social circle game. I typically go for 30+ women. The oldest I’ve fucked recently is 50, youngest 32. 6 nights a week I’m in the gym, my shit is generally in order too, well now it is, it wasn’t before I discovered Game.

Being married does not work for me; by the time I worked this out I’d signed the contract and I was already cornered. I tried to fuck around, using the only technique I knew – Nice Guy. I got nowhere. At work circa 2007, there was a Moroccan girl: petite, slim, elegant, beautiful – 3 years younger than me. I became full on besotted with her and as a result over a four year period I was a ruined a shadow of a man. My work suffered, my mates lost patience with me, I spent thousands on counselling and all the time I kept trying to win her over ­– using the Nice Guy method. You’ve heard all this before.

Bookmark her for a moment, in 2011 we went our own ways – which was a good thing. The Oneitus lingered on though.

Coincidentally I’ve just had a very similar experience to you and the gym instructor from Stalemate Seduction. I was able to reset the pieces on the chessboard and by applying game techniques get a completely different end game outcome.

I stumbled into Game when a mate told me to read The Rational Male. Rollo’s book resonated exactly with the last decade of my life. I got busy and found your work online while you were at and followed your work since then.

I absorbed the learnings you put out and started doing daygame in my late 40’s. Remember I’m married so this is seriously under the radar. I used and adapted your methods so I could approach and attract the women I wanted. If I was single and had freedom to manoeuver I’d be better at daygame. In 2017 I fucked 3 women using daygame out of perhaps 100 approaches – all of them were married and they knew full well I was too.

Most of my liaisons come via social circle and that’s where I got my first breakthroughs and learnt that there is a secret society. Girls talk too and a recommendation in the society goes a long way.

Whether it’s daygame or social circle game and even though the women are that bit older, Game principles still work, I learnt a lot along the way. However, as I can’t just go out there and attract lots of women the same way a single guy can, I keep, if they are up for it, some of my successes as regulars – I’ve been seeing one off and on for six years, but she’s a bit of an exception, most of them stick around for a while though.

I mostly forgot about the Moroccan girl I mentioned earlier once my Oneitus was cured. We’d stayed in touch loosely over FB and the few times I arranged to meet her she showed up with a bunch of mutual ex-colleagues and had a reunion party – FFS!

At Xmas 2017/2018 she sent me a HNY message and we make vague promises to meet up in 2018 the same as we did every year. No way I was going to one of her reunion parties, so I took no action, until last month.

I ping her over FB messenger. “Do you still work in London?” I know full well she does.

She replies within 30 minutes saying yes and where she works. I know all this anyway.

I give it 24 hours then write back that I’m in London the following week and it would be good to meet up. Intentionally not giving her any date or time to go on – so she can’t organise a reunion.

No response. Of course she doesn’t respond. However I go silent running too.

2 days later she writes back saying she’d like to meet but hopefully not on Wednesday as she goes running.

I say nothing.

Fast-forward 10 days, it’s Thursday and I still haven’t contacted her. I’m in London for a business meeting and know I’ll be done 3pm. I write at about 1pm, “Are you running today?” I see she’s active on Messenger as soon as I send it then she goes silent running.

At 4pm I’m in a cafe about 10 minutes walk from where she works; I’ve still heard nothing from her. I resist the temptation to ping her again and resolve to go home if she doesn’t make the next move. 4:45 I’m full of Americano and heading home via Paddington, my iPhone lights up, it’s her: she writes, “Are you in London?”

I reply, “Yes, want to have a coffee after work?”

“Yes, where and when?”

Then we message back and forth negotiating time and location, I relax the frame a bit and agree 5:35 at a crappy Starbucks near her work. I walk over but hang back from the venue to see her before she sees me. She’s on time; I spot her in the crowd walking fast looking left and right scanning the area. She clocks me, waves and walks over. We kiss continental style and head off to a bar nearby that she knows. She looks cute as in 9 / 10 cute. I notice the make up and perfume recently touched up.

The date goes ok, we talk, I lean back, challenge her, ridicule her and she responds well. I touch her from time to time, the vibe is strong, but I reckon comfort lurks just around the corner and with it the Friend Zone. I intentionally terminate the date suddenly and get up to go. She’s disappointed its over and makes sure to walk with me back to the station. Continental kisses and she’s gone. I don’t look back. Needy guys look back.

I photo ping her two days later and then go silent.

She had told me she was going to be away the following week. I use this information. I’m in town again seeing some friends for dinner. I message her anyway even though I know she’s away. “Did you say you were out of the country?” She replies as expected that she’s in Morocco. I have dinner with my mates and make sure a group photo taken is with me seated between two girls (who I don’t even know) I don’t have to do anything, it’s posted on FB and on my news feed within the hour – good chance she’ll see it. I message her back, “Another time…”

+ 2 weeks, I’m back in town for work staying overnight Tuesday / Wednesday. I book a hotel room near Hyde Park that has worked for me in the past and is away from where I know my colleagues are going to be staying. Usual routine: 1pm I message her, “Are you in the UK?” No response – situation normal.

Work over, I avoid my colleagues and walk over to my hotel, and I’m there at 5pm. My phone lights up, it’s her. “I am at work ;)” My eyes aren’t what they used to be so I have to squint to see the winking emoticon – ok good start. I know she doesn’t knock off work before 5:30. So I delay my response until then.

I write, “Can you do supper this evening?”

“I am working, I cannot come.”

“Supper is at 8pm”

“Noooo, it’s too late”

I was pretty sure it was a shit test, I go in with a challenge.

“Then you will be responsible for me eating on my own, getting drunk, then killed by gangsters”

No response.

“100% your responsibility”

Pause, I see the little dots light up, she’s writing, “Ok, I will come”

My logistics are shit, I’ve not got a venue lined up, I spend half an hour sorting that out and go for a pub nearby. If the date goes tits up, I can have a good pint. Pubs work well for me on informal dates. She’s written asking where we meet. I give her the address and tell her to bring her machine gun. She says it’s too far. I write and say get a taxi. Google says it’s a 10 minutes walk from her office, I know she can walk it easy.

I’ve got a good room in the hotel, I get it ready just in case, Music player locked and loaded, porn buried in a sub folder on my hard drive, tidy the place up, have a shower and get ready.

I’m at the pub 7:45 ish, she’s not there, that’s ok. I get a pint of London Pride and sit myself on a bar stool open up Kindle on my iPad and read an Andy McNab novel. She’s slightly early and surprises me when she’s at my side. She’s pleased to see me and is looking cute. She hoists herself up (she’s maybe 5’ tall) to sit next to me.

We talk BS for a while, order some food and I get her a drink. The vibe comes back pretty easily. Experience reminds me that spikes are likely to backfire with this one and probably unnecessary anyway, I build intimacy instead. I ask her if she has a boyfriend. She says no, we chat, she opens up, she says she had one until recently, Russian, doesn’t say much more. I keep the emotion she’s feeling running through our very average supper. She’s an emotional mess, no more so than most other women, however she wants me to know.

I move her to a sofa. She says she’s knows a secret about me, girls talk (remember what Rollo says) an old mutual work friend, Tania and her had lunch. I don’t know what she knows so I play coy but with a grin. (Tania was my first social circle win) Escalation was easy, she was playing with her hair, had her arm over the back of the sofa towards me, I put my hand on her thigh, leave it there, buying eyes now. Legs together became legs slightly open. It’s busy now in the pub, I suggest coming to my hotel and she says ok.

It’s a short walk from pub to hotel but I needed a piss, so it became a 10 minute walk. I’ve lost dates during the walk to the hotel in the past, but not this time. No problem with the hotel reception who couldn’t care less as we walked past and I got her into the lift. My room was small but elegant – a great place to fuck. She was nervous and went to use the en-suite; I thought fuck the laptop, no need for music, I dimmed the lights. When she came out she was shaking with nerves, but no LMR. I undressed her, it had only taken me 10 years to game her so I savoured the moments – I wasn’t disappointed.

The sex was ok, without a condom due to an oversight on my behalf – not smart but these things happen. She stayed the night and was a pain the next morning complaining she had to wear her knickers from the day before. So I gave her a pair of my boxers and she left me to have breakfast alone.

She’s still a princess and the chess match is replaced with snakes and ladders. When you get to square 97 out of 100 you step on a snake and go back to square 5 and have to climb back up again. I’ve seen her once more since that evening, staying over at her place after a game of snakes and ladders. I’m not sure if I’ll see her much more and anything that happens now is just icing on the cake, the real mission is already over.

I encourage chaps out there in a similar position to have a go with old flames and see where you get to after you’ve reset the chessboard in your favour.

Cheers Tom, keep up the good work”

2 thoughts on “No More Mr Nice Guy Lay Report”

  1. Mesmerizing story! A brief silhouette of some of the things I ever wanted to know, encircling around my day game attempts. I am really grateful to Mr J for sharing his story and encouragement as I am in a position similar to him.
    I really appreciate the way you guide, Tom. But guys like me really can’t meet all the conditions for day game as you say, at least not as quick as youngster, unmarried chaps can meet. Thus sometimes I feel out of your league though I started day game before you started it (2007) with few successes, without knowing the rules at all and ended up marrying a perfect 10 (IOI+ cold approach). To my perception at that time, it was all for my good looks and bravery, and that was the apex of purpose from it.
    Mr. J is really important for me to hear from.
    I am gonna read it over and over.
    Thanks you for posting it with importance. Hat’s off to Mr. J.

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