A Thousand Lives

 

“I have lived a thousand lives and I’ve loved a thousand loves”

George R.R. Martin

 

I’m often told that pickup lacks soul or meaning. Casual sex must be like endless fast food binges. Empty, unfulfilling and cheap. Shallow hedonism that’s damaging and depressing.

My last decade as a pickup artist has felt the complete opposite. It was always my aim to experience as many facets of life as possible before I kick the bucket. To “suck out all the marrow of life…and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived” as Thoreau wisely said.

In the last ten years I’ve pushed things to the limit with girls and travel for this very reason. From aged 29 to 39 I’ve capitalised on my prime bachelor years to squeeze every drop I can from the thousands of experiences you get when seducing girls on the road.

Sex is the aim, sex is the summit goal, but along the way the expeditions give you a thousand polaroid photographs in your mind that you can close your eyes and remember when you’re no longer chasing tail.

I’ve accumulated more varied experiences than a Roman Emperor, an Egyptian Pharaoh or a Viking King, thanks to modern technology, travel possibilities and Game knowledge. Anyone who spends all day moaning online about how life sucks needs to appreciate how unbelievably lucky we are to live in these times.

On a recent long flight from Finland to Singapore I scribbled down some of those mind’s eye mental photographs that I’ve experienced in the last decade. I see them as paintings hanging in a gallery, with me strolling amongst the halls of memory stopping by each one and recollecting.

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I am riding a bicycle though poppy fields in the north of France. It is Spring and a French girl has taken me on an adventure a train ride away from Paris to go camping in the forest. We get the tent up just in time before a rainstorm that evening. Sleepy sex under the soaking canopy in a dark forest. 

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With an Italian girl I am in a yellow taxi winding its way through the neon night streets of New York City. We are canoodling in the back as the driver looks in his mirror. On a rooftop bar near Times Square we watch the Empire State Building glitter with lights as evening fades to night. 

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I’m on a night sleeper train from Moscow to Saint Petersburg. It is midwinter. Heavy snow outside as the carriages rattle onwards in the frosty darkness. Next to me lies a girl in a green dress, her long hair down to her waist. We’ve got a sleeper compartment to ourselves. She’s singing an old Russian folk song about a sailor lost at sea. 

* * * * *

In the middle of the Bosphorus I’m on a ferry with a Turkish girl I’ve been dating for half a year. The minarets of Istanbul tower on each side. Seagulls are catching the bits of pretzel we throw overboard. The light is dappled and dream-like. Pulling into Üsküdar a dolphin rises next to the boat and disappears into the blue. 

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On a Dickensian rooftop in Marble Arch, central London, I’m leaning against a chimney with an Irish girl. We’ve snuck up onto the roof to smoke cigarettes and kiss under the cloudy night sky, hugging for warmth against the evening chill. We climb back through my window and curl up on the bed. She’s chosen this moment to lose her virginity. 

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I’m in Osaka, Japan, strolling through the neon alleyways with a Japanese girl looking for a place to play pool. It’s like being in Blade Runner. We stop in a tiny bar with only five stools and a moustached barman who’s covered the venue wall to wall in vintage rock paraphernalia.  She kisses me as “Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones comes on. 

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With a posh English girl I stumble out of a pub by Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre in London. We’re hand in hand crossing Blackfriers Bridge, the city skyline illuminated around us. I pick her up and sit her on one of the alcove benches, her legs around me. She takes her film camera out of her bag and snaps a photo of us, giddy from the cider and the lust. 

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I’m sitting on a sofa bed in a cosy Soviet-styled Moscow apartment wall to wall with books. A Russian girl is playing Tchaikovsky’s ‘Seasons’ on an upright piano squeezed into the tiny room. She’s wearing my t-shirt. The whole scene is both melancholic and erotic as she slides back into bed with me and we have morning sex without her mother hearing in the next room. 

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In an empty art gallery in Bergen, Norway, I’m with a tall Ukrainian girl looking at the paintings of Edvard Munch. She’s stopped in front of ‘The Young Woman On The Beach’ and I’m watching her watching the lonely scene. Later that evening we’re sitting on our hotel room balcony under a gloaming navy blue sky, wrapped in kisses against the northern loneliness. 

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With an old friend and wing Rami we’re riding quad bikes along mountain dirt trails in the Colombian foothills. Each of us has a girl’s arms around us. It’s a double date through the leafy jungle, the shades of green as intense as the emotions of the girls. Below us are coffee plantations and the air is rich with the smell of fertility.

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I’m sitting on the mighty cliffs between Bondi and Bronte beaches outside of Sydney in Australia. An American girl is leaning on me, we’re kissing as the huge waves smash into the rocks below us. The white foam and aquamarine swells are immense. I’m flying on to Asia in a couple of days and we know that our adventure bubble will soon burst. 

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Mick Jagger is strutting his stuff in the hot summer night of Hyde Park in London. I’m with a Ukrainian girl watching the Rolling Stones live. We’ve been drinking beers to keep cool since the early afternoon. Everything’s giddy and merry and ripe. She’s wrapped her arms around me and is copying Jagger’s moves as ‘Brown Sugar’ blasts out from the stage. The night is dripping with sex. 

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I’m glad I’ve captured a lot of these moments on film so when I’m old and my memory is fading I’ll be able to look back at these videos and grin at the audacity of it all…

 

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “A Thousand Lives”

  1. If you had just written down your last ten years of adventures then it would seem like fiction. But to see those videos and follow your journey up close and personal from the early days is inspirational proof for us all. You might not remember coaching me in 2012 on a bootcamp with you and Yad in Oslo (I was the tall guy falling down the escalator in the train station if that rings any bells lol). But what I remember most of all is your demo sets on Karl Johans gate street. It was the first time I’d seen real pick up before my eyes and it blew me away. That belief is what started my own journey from 2013 to 2016. I day gamed in 14 countries and now I’m engaged to an Italian girl who is four months pregnant with our first baby. I know your not a guy who will marry but for me I got what I wanted from the game and now age 44 I’m happy to be slowing down a bit. But anyways what I’m trying to say is a huge thanks for demonstrating game rather than just explicating. Learners like me need to see something to believe it. And your journey Tom is a testimony to a life well lived.

  2. Great post Tom. I have similar mental photographs created through my experiences with daygame which, in the moment, you don’t realise will stick with you but when you look back it’s amazing the nostalgia that surfaces for those snapshots in time.

    Keep enjoying your time off,

    Cal

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